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He came into town on a cold, dry wind Kicking up dust and blowing sand The sun dimmed for a moment that day The howling wind seemed to say “He has the look of a dangerous man” His eyes were hot and black as ash Glaring at those whom he passed A gun at his hip and a hidden knife Surely he ended countless lives Whispers rose like the hiss of snakes “It’s plain to see, anyone can He must be a dangerous man” Not a word he spoke as he came through town His mouth twisted in a constant frown His footsteps echoed in an empty street The locals hid when he came around They closed windows with a tinny creek Trying to avoi