Black Lightn'gTM At midday when
the sun was at its peak, He dared to call him out on to the road. When shadows from the hot sun refuge seek, He dared to bait him, heckle him and goad: "Dumb nigger, some say you're the goddamn best, The fastest, they
say, in the goddamn West. Well once I've put one slug in that black chest, They'll bury you on Boot Hill with the
rest." A mute, Black Lightn'g, never said a word As he walked calmly out to the Town square. But
thunder from his Colt was surely heard As bullets from that barrel cut the air. And all who watched could catch
the fire and smoke When in reply that black mute clearly spoke!
Copyright 2020 Bernard A. Quarterman,
Jr.
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