Tombstone

They saddle up their horses and head into town
Staring straight ahead as town folk gather round

Sun Squinted eyes shelter out the stares
No-one makes a sound, no-one even dares

Come four and twenty yards and at the strike of noon
In the streets of Tombstone, just outside the saloon

Justice is in town and there will be hell to pay
Brothers to the bone, come whatever may

The hat upon their heads drenched in their sweat
They came here for order not an empty threat

Looking eye to eye, the calm before the storm
Lay down the law that the cowboys won't conform

Cocked and loaded weapons lay upon their side
Peacemakers ready to make a widow of a bride

Thirty shots and thirty seconds is all time will allow
Thick gun-smoke and dust is all that lingers now

Dusters, boots, and spurs and silence even still
Foolish pride fought the law, is now buried in Boothill

Dixie

(Written for a contest about your favorite movie)