giddy up

I take the whip
out
and crack it against the red sky.
I load my gun, the one
with the pearl handle.
i'm wearing
boots. pointed boots
made out of snake skin.
I mean business.
I put my badge on too.
tarnished, but
still, a badge.
I whistle for my horse
who comes running
from the field.
saddle on.
my wife brings out my
hat.
I slap the dust off it,
then mount my horse.
dinner's at six sharp,
she says, don't be late.
she blocks the sun from
her brown eyes,
then waves as I ride off
towards town.
I mean to make the world
right again.
giddy up.