He was on a ruthless killer’s trail
The reward on him was temptingly high
Being a bounty hunter, life was hard
A fact that he simply couldn’t deny
He was deep in the High Sierra Mountains
That was where the killer’s trail led
His hair stood on the back of his neck
Any mistake and he would be dead
His horse’s ears suddenly cocked
Telling him that someone was close by
Double checked his pistol, it was loaded
He knew he wouldn’t get a second try
he knew all about the killer’s reputation
That he was lightning-fast with a gun
In all of the gunfights, he had been in
The killer was good and had always won
The hunter knew he was better with a rifle
With his Colt, he was fair, so-so
He knew if he was going to survive
His cunning he would have to show
Around a pile of rocks, he slowly went
On his holster, he laid his hand
On the trail waiting was the killer
Knowing kill or be killed was the plan
The killer slapped leather, went for his gun
And the hunter awkwardly did the same
Hot lead was flying in both directions
They were engrossed in a killing game
The killer’s bullets went soaring overhead
As in a moment, he suddenly dropped
His shots then connected, the killer was dead
His reign of terror had finally been stopped
There was only one reason that he survived
And that he wasn’t lying there dead
The very first shot that he had fired
He shot his horse in the back of the head!