Caught off gaurd.
Staggers back,
Not knowing what to do,
Surrounded.

Draws quickly and grins.
Finding humor in the situation.
Listening to the birds in the right mind.
Hearing them spread word.
Spreading word of the gunslinger.

Lowers his head,
But not his arms, guns still raised.
While he thinks about his righteous path.
Looks up with his evil grin,
To make one last stand.

He lets out a deafening scream
And pulls the triggers.
Writing one last chapter,
To finish his righteous path.