The Men Who Don’t 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 Don’t 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 predator’s high, and freedom from city’s sin.
 

Those who live here, the fortunate few, are the Men Who Don’t Fit In.

Author Ben Masters