Walking his horse as he rode into town
His hat pulled down low, one pistol tied down
Riding far south, from fame he had run
Away from his past, the way of the gun
Music caught his ear from a cantina’s door
He thought he’d step in for a drink, maybe more
A dimly lit room with few people inside
He could finally relax, no need now to hide
“Uno cerveza”, his order was placed
Leaned on the bar, he enjoyed just one taste
What happened next was a nightmarish blur
He’d hoped against hope this would not occur
He heard his name called from the door on his right
Another one itching to take up the fight
He prayed that this man would just let it go
His prayer was answered, the answer was no
That challenge was met, no emotion, no fear
Another death added to this hated career
His speed with a gun has not been matched yet
He’ll ride on once more, to another sunset
Adding your comment:
And there will always be those who want to challenge his speed, to take his unwanted fame from him. Good luck in the contest, Cowboy. 
