The Men Who Donít Fit In
The Thorofare of rock and stone and
skies that have no end.
High towers, vertical cliffs, dark
timber, and open glen.
Eternal glaciers, raging flames, and
rivers of countless bend.
Those who live here, the fortunate
few, are the Men Who Donít Fit In.
Their trade is the horse, their
passion the wild, their quarry of fur and fin.
Their tools are the rifle, the
saddle, and whiskey of strong blend.
The soaring hawk and charging bear
are as close as they have to kin.
And to their breed, when in need, a
hand they will always lend.
A thousand virgins, in a row, is no
match for the adrenaline,
Of hearing a bugle, seeing the bull,
and letting a bullet spin.
They seek a rush, a predatorís high,
and freedom from cityís sin.
Those who live here, the fortunate few, are the Men Who Donít Fit In.
Author Ben Masters