A popular folk song, often requested to be played by bards performing in local taverns.
It tells of a dangerous barbarian named 'Reckless Redd' keeping a small town in a stranglehold, until a lone bounty hunter rides into town.
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Reckless Redd
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty-four
And the notches on his crossbow numbered one and nineteen more[...]
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Reckless Redd
But the outlaw didn't worry; men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip
Twenty-one would be the hunter with the longsword on his hip[...]
The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome hunter was about to meet his death[...]
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the hunter is still talked about today
Reckless Redd had not cleared leather for a swordstrike fairly ripped
And the hunter's blow was deadly with the longsword on his hip