A man took center stage with an acoustic guitar, he cleared his threat and began playing.
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day.
A vulture bike zoomed past a sign reading: "Agua Fria."
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
The biker kept riding through town.
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip.
The townspeople averted their eyes when he rode by.
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
In full view of everyone was a single action colt army revolver.
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town.
The sun was creeping up the sky when the engines echoed through the town
He came riding through the south side slowly looking all around.
His head was forward but his eyes shifted from left to right.
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip.
People whispered and pointed at the rider.
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip.
He stopped outside the local tavern. Where he switched off his bike and stepped in.
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red.
A man of pure muscle sat at a desk counting money from a week of extortion.
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead.
He drank from the skull of some unfortunate soul.
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four.
He broke the skull across the desk and threw the handle into a guard's neck.
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more.
His own pistol sat on his desk waiting to be used.
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around.
The rider went to the bar and ordered a drink.
Was an Alteasian ranger wouldn't be too long around.
He slammed his silver star badge on the counter.
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead.
He unfolded a wanted sign of Texas Red and held it up to the bartender.
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red.
The ranger was drinking as the bartender began talking.
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
A spy inside the bar quickly ran out to Texas Red.
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead.
Texas Red was laughing when he heard the news.
Twenty men had tried to kill him, twenty men had made a slip.
Texas Red pushed the girl he currently had off and grabbed his pistol.
Twenty-One would be the ranger with the Big Iron on his hip.
He checked the magazine and inserted it with a grin.
The morning past so quickly it was time for them to meet.
Texas Red burst through the door and everyone fell silent.
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street.
The Ranger stood up and pointed outside. Texas Red laughed and nodded.
Folks were watching from the window everybody held their breath.
The two stood back to back.
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death.
They began walking in separate directions but in complete sync.
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play.
They turned and faced each other, when the bell finally rang throughout the town.
And the swiftness from the ranger is still talked about today.
The ranger had his gun drawn, left hand over the hammer, and a smoking barrel before the bell was done ringing.
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped.
Texas Red didn't even have his hand on his gun.
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip.
The bullet went directly between his eyes, out the other end, and stuck in a beam inside the bar.
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round.
Townsfolk ran out of their houses to see for themselves.
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground.
Their eyes weren't lying, Texas Red was dead.
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fateful slip.
They pinched themselves hoping it wasn't just some bittersweet dream, it wasn't.
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip.
They cheered as the ranger returned inside to his drink.
With that the guitar stopped and he took a bow.
The ranger returned to the bar and resumed drinking. But the bartender slapped the glass from his hand. The ranger watched the glass bounce off the bar and shatter on the ground.
"A hero can't and won't be drinking that horse piss!" He shouted as he revealed a bottle of blood red glass, "HE DRINKS THE BEST WHISKEY IN THE HOUSE!" The entire bar cheered as he poured a glass then went silent when he drank.
"Hot damn!" The ranger slammed his glass down, "That is smooth!"
The bartender poured another glass and passed out some to the whole bar when three people approached the ranger. Two men and a woman.
The one leading wore a green suit and walked with a cane. The woman wore a white top, black skirt, and a black cape with a purple interior. Lastly the other man had black suit pants, white jacket, and a red tattered cape.
"I gotta say," the man wearing the cape spoke first, "That was a hell of a shot."
"Indeed it was," the leader nodded, "Would it be possible to have a word with you?"
The ranger went to a nearby table with four seats. He poured a drink for everyone and took a seat.
"My name is Ozpin," the leader took a small swig, "To my right is Qrow Branwen, and to my left is Glynda Goodwitch."
The one now dubbed Qrow downed the glass with one gulp, "Damn, you were right. This is smooth."
Glynda on the other hand only took a small sip, she looked as if she didn't have the taste for it.
"You don't partake?" The ranger looked over to Glynda.
"On occasion," she pushed the glass away.
"It's not for everyone," the ranger shrugged, "So what did you want to discuss?"
"Tell me about yourself," Ozpin interlaced his fingers and rested his chin on them.
"Seriously?" The ranger smiled, "Alright, both my parents are marines, they taught me to shoot and once I could I set out to make my mark on the world."
"How old are you?" Qrow asked.
"Seventeen," the ranger refilled his and Qrow's glasses.
"How would you like to come to my school?" Ozpin raised an eyebrow.
"No thanks," the ranger answered almost immediately.
"Oh?" Glynda finally spoke, "And why not?"
"If I wanted schooling I'd gone to school," the ranger shrugged, "Not that I could afford it to begin with. Besides I'm supposed to believe y'all doing this out of the kindness of your hearts?"
"True," Ozpin admitted, "We gain a powerful student in the academy and you'll get room and board. Now I see you like helping people by hunting down criminals here and there, but let me ask you this: If the Grimm wipe everyone out, what would be the point?"
The ranger swallowed his drink, turned his glass over, and slammed it on the table.
"Alright, you got my attention. When do we start?"
"As soon as I have your name."
"Columbus," the ranger raised his glass and the three brought their glasses to his.
"Welcome to Beacon Columbus," the three smiled.