He dances on the steps of saloons. He sings out on the prairie. His soul taps along to a rhythm at all times of the day.
But they don't want him for his love of music. They want him for his quick hand and deadly aim.
They'll only remember the duels he's won. The men he's killed. No one will remember the dancing. The songs sung. No one will recall the joy.
Paddy Dobson
4th February 2022