“Dance!”
said the Outlaw,
and he fired his
gun near the feet
of the Stranger.
***
Blam! Blam! went the Outlaw’s gun.
***
Nearby, his gang of
ne’er do wells,
whooped and cheered
at the spectacle
***
“Dance!” said the Outlaw, again
***
And, so, … the Stranger danced.
***
And danced.
***
And danced.
***
And it was beautiful.
***
Unlike anything
the Outlaw gang
had ever —
or, would ever —
see again.
***
And the men began to weep,
***
for they knew
this truth in
their hearts.
***
Then, wiping away their tears,
the gang looked around,
***
the Stranger had gone!
***
There was a moment
of confused silence,
then the Outlaw asked,
***
“Who was that Stranger?”
***
Came a voice from
the back of the room,
***
“The Lone Dancer!”
.