A tall stranger rode into town, With colors on his helmet burning red as sundown. His boots were all dusty, his coat open wide. Six ways of dying
He went to the tribe's elder asking for me, they told him that I was still the clan armorer. I helped deliver him to justice to pay for his crime, he killed an innocent man at the concord divide. He spread word around the tribe that my time had come, that my notch was already carved on his gun.
He's laughin' and braggin' and having his fun, It's all a show for he knows I won't run.
That night in silence the tribe was asleep, I sat by my window and looked down the street. I wished in my heart that he'd just fly away,
I hated to face him at sunup that day..
I met him at sunup, the tribe gathered round. Waitin' and watchin' for one to go down. He grabbed for his blurg, tryin' his best. He cursed as my own went deep in his chest. He stood there a moment and looked all around, slowly and lifeless he fell to the ground..
The stranger's my brother, now dar'manda, he must have forgotten I taught him to draw.