Height of Land

He stood there at the high spot where the roads intersected
Tough as nails
pissing at the edge of the Ford
Bending in the North wind
tipping the bottle back
That's when the truck sporting official officiality slowed
"That son of a bitch stops and I"ll make sure he wished he hadn't"
He, tall as a house and strong as an ox.
But I knew the official was packin' heat
True that!
The faulty move was when Tall and Slender dropped his licence
to the snow covered ground.
It became surreal.
The official bent to retrieve
Tall and Slender reached for the loaded holster.
He was quick to draw
as authority fell to the ground
Blood melted the snow
and I'm certain
that son of a bitch wished he'd never stopped.