The Duel

The gunslinger a mirage
Solidifies as he draws near
Another town looking corrupt
Another town he'll teach some fear
 
But Enigma knocks him off his horse
Drags him to the nearest shed
Relieves him of his grimy clothes
And straps him to her rusted bed
 
Enigma strokes his shining Colt
Asks him if he fires well
Then straps him to the splintered posts
Intent on giving him some hell
 
Her bullwhip snaps across his loins
A bit of blood, but mostly pain
She's more concerned about his cum
Leaving still another stain
 
But she mounts, begins to ride
Humps until he's short on breath
Both are finally satisfied
Before their duel unto death.