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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Duel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free,<br>And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand;<br>While caroling a saucy song was Montreal Maree,<br>With sozzled sourdoughs giving her a hand.<br>When suddenly erupting in the gay and gilded hall,<br>A stranger draped himself upon the bar;<br>As in a voice like bedrock grit he hollered: &quot;Drinks for all,&quot;<br>And casually lit a long cigar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bore a battered stetson on the grizzle of his dome,<br>And a bunch of inky whiskers on his jaw;<br>The suddenly I knew the guy - 'twas Black Moran from Nome.<br>A guinney like greased lightening on the draw.<br>But no one got his number in that wild and wooly throng,<br>As they hailed his invitation with eclaw,<br>And they crowded round the stranger, but I knew something was wrong.<br>When in there stomped the Sheriff, Red McGraw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Red McGraw from Arkansaw was noted for his spunk;<br>He had a dozen notches on his gun;<br>And whether he was sober or whether he was drunk,<br>He kept the lousy outlaws on the run.<br>So now he shouts: &quot;Say, boys, there's been a hold-up Hunker Way,<br>And by this poke I'm throwin' on the bar,<br>I bet I'll get the bastard braced before another day,<br>Or send him where a dozen others are.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He banged the bag of gold-dust on the bar for all to see,<br>When in a lazy drawl the stranger spoke:<br>&quot;As I'm the man you're lookin' for an feelin' mighty free,<br>I reckon, Sheriff, I'll jest take yer poke.<br>It's pleasant meetin' you like this, an' talkin' man to man,<br>For all the North had heard o' Ref McGraw.<br>I'm glad to make ye eat yer words, since I am Black Moran,<br>An' no man livin' beats me on the draw.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as they boldly bellied, each man's hand was on his rod,<br>Yet at that dreaded name the Sheriff knew<br>A single fumbling movement and he'd go to meet his God,<br>The which he had no great desire to do.<br>So there they stood like carven wood and hushed was every breath,<br>We watched them glaring, staring eye to eye;<br>But neither drew, for either knew a second split meant death -<br>And so a minute . . . two . . . three three went by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweat pricked on the Sheriff's brow as suddenly he broke<br>And limp and weak he wilted to the floor;<br>And then the stranger's hand shot out and grabbed the heavy poke<br>As jeeringly he backed up to the door.<br>&quot;Say, folks,&quot; he cried, &quot;I'm off downstream; no more of me you'll see,<br>But let me state the job was pretty raw. . . .<br>The guy that staged the robbery he thought to pin on me<br>Was your bastard Sheriff, Red McGraw.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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While caroling a saucy song was Montreal Maree,
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When suddenly erupting in the gay and gilded hall,
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