The gunslinger

Mighty young gunslinger.
buck wild with a fever in his eye.
has an ol' catch for the woods.
better make for it quick,
before the evening dies.

follow the beaten trail of the forest.
make way for this master,
he holds no punches.
and do not withhold what he wants from you.
he is the hunter and you are the hunted.

he seeks to reign with an iron fist.
his terrain is vast, his expression fixated.
he walks with a wisdom stride,
experience in his lean limbs,
long and covered with the cloth from a Indian.

suddenly he stops in a clear opening.
his target is spotted, naked and trembling.
he reaches for his rifle, power packed magnum force.
aims to destroy, but then a horse voice speaks.

"what is it sir, that you want to control? and who's to say that you have any control at all? what will you gain if all you do is destroy? the quick filled climax of a heart broken and sore? go on then shoot!" speaks his naked target.
it's the voice of a eagle spirit in the body of a tan slender woman. the eagles wings wrap her her breast to protect from the harsh blowing wind. the rest of her body lay on her knees.

she stares at the man.
the man walks up to the woman,
"mother, you've returned at last!"
he kisses her. and she is gone with the forest breeze.