The scene I like best is the
shot over the shoulder of the
narrow hipped stranger
as the sun sets in the west.
The camera lingers awhile
on his clenched butt cheeks
while his girl takes a peek
from behind the upstairs curtain;
Then pans
to a whimsical smile
on the lips of the ace
who knows life is not certain;
Then pans
to the grimace
on the face of the baddie
who wouldn’t be here had he
listened to his mother.
Then the gunshots and the smoke
and we hear a choke
and a rasp while the heroine
gives a gasp and
the camera meanders
finally falling to the sand





