Finny Lake, dead-eyed gunslinger
Last, is he, an honest man.
Dogged his determination
Dedicated to defend his land.
Sally Gossom, wife of no one
Quick to shoot the other down.
Alone to guard her only virtue
Draws her wagon to the town.
Strangers know not what awaits them
When the whiskey in excess served.
Small town tender of the tavern
Silver whispers the most absurd.
Sleepy sheriff, discontented,
Never apt for pistol drawn.
Unaware the carnage outward
Once again to play the pawn.
Thirteen men, thirteen dead
When the smoke of guns had cleared.
Finny Lake and Sally Gossom
Found their love…The pioneers.
Kevin Parish 
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