Some people mocked him, his sly smile, to them was a shur-grin.
He always sat in the corner of the local Inn, he eyeballed everyone coming in, even the Bar Fly’s special sway could not take his stare away.
His heart had been bought by a beautiful senorita, who became his beloved wife, untill a wild bunch of desperados ravished, and, took her life.
Each evening he would lay fresh flowers on her grave where she lay, his anger burned like a hot branding iron, he now lived only for revenge, knowing that the wild bunch would visit the Inn one day.
Two pearl handled revolvers he wore at his sides, he never had much to drink, didn’t want any booze to make him blink his eyes. His gray beard had a slight orange color, behind his back, some called him old yella.
Suddenly, in burst the wild desparado’s, those filled with lust, and thirst, Gray stood up, as the despardo’s aproached him, tears filled his eyes, his heart was filled with hate, at last, his special moment with the men he did despise.
They mocked him saying; you’re old, and too slow, his gun action was like a blur, bam, bam, bam, down to the floor the wicked men did go, as he slapped the hammers of his colt forty four, that was for Sonja he uttered as he stumbled out the door.
He had taken a bullet near the heart, he cried out; dear Lord get me to her grave before I depart. As the soft rain fell, he layed down, he said, honey I’m here, never again will I depart from you, we will live again, when the world is made new.
He was buried next to her grave, his Gravestone read; Here lies a man called Grey Beard, a man who gladly gave his life to avenge the brutal murder of his beloved wife.
