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A gunman wears it when he kills to hide the mortal sin of shooting down another man who has no chance to win. Many men have seen it, they'll never see it again. That smiling mask that watched them die is called the Devil's Grim. I've worn a star a long time though it's not so long in years. When you use a gun you count the time and hours and blood and fears. My reputation says I'm fast, the fastest gun around. And that's why those who break the law don't hang around But looking down and straight at me He touched his hat politely with the time of day to me. But all the time deep in his eyes I saw taunting me. The Devil's Grim. The hackles on my neck stood up, or in his eyes I saw that he neither lacked the courage nor the willingness to draw. It wasn'this man just hung around the town, I watched he did no wrong. Had I knew he'd come for me but when, where, how long? He was clever, he asked questions, was there a ranch to buy? He made the people The Devil's Grim. I knew I had the forces hand, there was no need to pretend. I trapped him at a game of cards, there could only be one end. I called him cheat and shot him down knowing that I would win. And my face in the mirror behind the bar was wearing that Devil's Grim. The Devil's Grim.
