high noon
I strap on my black leather belt - adjust it to fit exactly the way I want it
the holster to the left facing backwards
resting against my belly- in front and at the same level as my hip bone
out of habit my right hand moves snaps to my left
reaching, feeling for the comfortable reassuring presence of the Colt
it comes to hand, exactly as it should
not so low, that its four pounds weight delays the draw by to lift it
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I repeat the draw - quicker now lightening fast like a snake striking
thumbing back the hammer as I do so
It feels so right - I feel so right
if only I could ignore the copper tang of fear in my guts
as I stumble outside into the fierce sunlight
to meet my destiny
Peter Hunter 2012
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