A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Shane
He was through with gunfighting.
then changed his mind.
His decision, yes,
but not his fault.
The Ryker brothers are bullies,
they must be taught a lesson.
Or decency will end
face down in the street.
The bar-room is grim and soulless.
Wilson, the bad guy waits,
elbows on the table,
shoulders hunched, expressionless,
like a statue.
The action, when it starts, is fast
and furious.
Guns come out of their holsters
so quickly
they are just a blur.
Bullets thud into Wilson's chest,
the confrontation is over,
the farmers are safe.
The good guy mounts up
and rides towards the distant
snow-capped sierras,
A young boy's plaintive cries
fall on deaf ears.
I've loved that scene
for more than half a century.
Its always the same.
Shane rides off
and I call him back.
