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Ma James
All them folks ‘round here keep tellin’ me my boys ain’t no good. They might be a tad bit wild, but they is jest misunderstood. Ya see their paw died afore they got ta even know him— Me raisin’ ‘em as a single mother made their chances slim. But I did best I could; made ‘em live by the golden rule. I knows they was doin’ more wrong than right, I ain’t no fool. Then them Pinkertons sneaked ‘round here ta do ‘em some harm— Killed their simple half-brother and done clear blew off my arm! It’s not that I is bitter, but I wished down the wrath of God When Bob Ford killed my Jesse and I laid ‘em in this sod. They weren’t ‘bout ta steal my baby and put ‘em on display Like they did them other gun men that had lived past their day. So me and Frank tend ta Jesse who at last is at his rest, I’m growin’ old and feeble and will soon past like the West. So we’ll move Jess ta a proper place, let him sleep in peace— Jesse always was the wild one, jest like the southward geese.
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