Let Them Wait

I Am A Man With Sorrows Behind Me And Battles Too. I Have Regrets Of Which I Seldom Speak Nor Too Often Think. For Me Danger Became A Way Of Lifean Accepted Facet In The Natural Order Of Things. There Is No Bravado In Wearing A Gunit Was At The Time A Necessity Of Life. A Man Could No More Survive Without A Weapon Than He Could Live Without A Horse Or Food. I Was Fourteen Years Old When They Attacked Me Under Cover Of Darkness And While I Was In My Own Home. The Only Weapon I Owned Was A Big Double-Barreled Eight-Gauge Shotgun That We Used For Small Game And Varmints; So The Night They Came I Killed My First Two Men With A Borrowed Pistol. That Started My Crusade. My Search For Justice Or Maybe It Was Only For Justification Led To More Men Joining The First Two. Soon After I Began To Acquire An Unwanted And I Felt Undeserved Reputation As A Gunman. I Did Not Want To Shoot Peopleexcept One I Truly Wanted To Shoot Him. But The Others Kept Coming For Me And I Had Wrongs To Right. In The End I Hunted Them.