Around the camp fires his legend grew

growing numbers feared the man killer called “Anarchy”

he collected bodies and their subsequent rewards

saloons and dance halls grew still when his boots thundered inside

many watched him draw and shoot

deadly and sure, his aim was pristine and steady

ruthless in mining camps and always moving on

to the next reward

to the next poster

to the next gunfight

to the next western town

Anarchy

they sang songs about him

they wondered where he was from

they feared him but held respect

they were glad when he left town

until one day…..