Buford Sterns's Perspective
36.5 x 48 in. oil on textured canvas
Buford Sterns was a man of sound mind and
morals, and when he came upon a ruckus on the trail, his measure of sand would
be surely tested. He heard a woman's cry for help and then came across a wagon
in disarray and contents strewn about. The hitched and stomping horse seemed
pestered and perturbed. He again heard a shout off to the left where he spotted
two road agents of ill intent accosting a young lady. They were fully occupied
with her bag of properties and wrestling the lady to the ground. Buford rode up
close enough so when they finally did see him they had no time to respond as
they would have liked.
"Gentlemen". he stated casually and comely tipped his hat to the woman, "Ma'am".
He then addressed the men. "Boys, I have no quarrel with having some fun now and
again. But boys, this is just too rough for this lovely lady. I think your play
is done here and you best be heading down that trail now." There was an awkward
bit of audacity and when the young lady tried to pull away she was was quickly
squeezed back into confinement. At that very moment, like a flash of sunlight
off a brand new spur, Buford's .45 was pulled and pointed, and as he cocked the
hammer he said, "Now, I hope you boys can appreciate my... perspective."
They flung aside the girl and her belongings, and took a stance. "Mister, there
are two of us and only one of you!", and laughed at their predicament.
"It is true I can only kill one of you...so, who wants to be first?" There was
another bit of awkward audacity but this time it was in the other boot. I'm not
sure if it was the gun or the cool, cool delivery of the dilemma that convinced
them back on their horses and down the trail.