Gunsmoke and Roses

My daddy rode with outlaws. My blood was born in sin. I learned to

steal a horse at six and draw a gun at ten. They called us

Cain's cursed children, the devils of the West. I wore that name like armor

across my broken chest. My father was a marshal, a badge upon

his soul. He taught me law and order and justice as my goal.

I rode beside his deputies, the sunlight on my hair. I swore to

keep the peace and purge the wicked from the air. But fate don't

care for bloodlines or the names that men decree. 'Cause I fell for you in