Big Iron
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To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger in the morning, hadn't spoke to folks around him, kinda quiet or shy but there was nothing shy about the big iron pistol on his hip. Now when this stranger started talking, he made it plain to folks around here, He was an Arizona Ranger named Wyatt Gael. And that ranger was making a point not to stay long. He was after Texas Red the most infamous outlaw in Texas in this day.
But the Arizona rangers job was to catch an outlaw alive or maybe dead.
Twenty men had tried to kill Texas Red and twenty had done it wrong.
Twenty one could be an Arizona ranger with a big iron on his hip.
Story inspired by 'Big Iron' By Marty Robbins (1959)
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