Made camp just past midnight,
edge of the wood.
anxious for my get away,
should any one intrude.
chewed cold jerky,
washed down with spit,
held in my belly mostly by grit.
drop lined my horse,
lay cold on the ground
saddle for my pillow,
trying to come unwound.
thinking about my ma and pa,
how much I loved em,
and my little sister Kate ,
on that awful day how they had met they're fate.
Pa died trying to save ma and little Kate.
two big men had they're way,
rode up in back just in time to see them ride away.
Chris is my name,
I took my pa's fastest horse, his fastest gun,
I am seventeen and I am on the run.
Tracked those two men straight into Darlington.
called them out one by one,
hat low right in the morning sun.
I left them there dead on the square,
whistled, jumped on my horse as he came running.
left that town never will return ,
my job there is done.
rode home today, dug three graves
crying all the tears a young girl has
took off my hat took down my hair
knelt in prayer, for them for me
to send those two straight to hell.
now God willing I'll be on my way.
Bronze trophy winner
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