Neuronchaser. Six Shooter Hand

***Draft.Devil's Kitchen***

Cracked leather bootstraps, shadow 'cross the plains,
Black Jack prowlin’, Arizona rains,
High Fives Gang, rollin’ dice with fate,
Stagecoach robberies, bustin’ through the gate.

Sheriff Leatherwood, six shooter hand,
Chased through Skeleton, dry bones of the land,
Shelter turnin’ trap, walls closin’ in,
Gunpowder whispers, the tale's about to spin.

Skeleton Canyon, echoes in the night,
Bandits and sheriffs, caught in the fight,
Life on the border, danger in the air,
Run or stand off, show ’em we care.

Fate, Texas outlaw, sprawled against the wind,
Courtin’ danger, dancin’ with sin,
But the shelter ain’t peace when Leatherwood's near,
Black Jack's breathin’ shallow, shadowed by fear.

Spurs clatt'ring on, hearts beatin' fast,
Robberies markin’ pages of the past,
Smoke and steel, every bridge we burn,
Black Jack’s still runnin’, never learn.

Skeleton Canyon, echoes in the night,
Bandits and sheriffs, caught in the fight,
Life on the border, danger in the air,
Run or stand off, show ’em we care.