Shadow on the Sun

They whisper his name. In the saloons at night. Say he draws

like lightning. Kills without spite. A hat pulled low. A colt at

his side. No outlaw alive. Wants to test that stride. And then one

day on a lonely stretch of sand. He found a young girl trembling.

Bruised on her hand. She said, "Bandits came. They took my

kin." He wrapped her in his dust and said, "You're safe,

child. You're with him." He's the gunslinger. Shadow on the sun.

Walks the line between mercy and the gun. People say he's vengeance.