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A Cowboy's Revenge
Last winter he wandered away to the west wearing a black hat ,a suit and a vest, he practiced his shooting till he had it honed he put a hair trigger on all that he owned. He had to find Jagger ,a wolf of a man, to bring him back down he would tackle his clan A rough pack of owlhoots who hid out in caves, up in the Sierras where only God saves. He followed the trail of pillage and pain, till he came in sight of the cave in the rain. The rustlers were loaded with liquor and guns fighting and laughing and having some fun. He went in there blasting his pistols on fire, he killed every man with a vengeance most dire, The only one left when the smoke cleared away, was Jagger who snarled"who are you anyway?" The cowboy in black tipped his hat with a smile It's your own son he said.... Now you're going to trial. You left us to die on the trail in the past, but somehow I lived and I swore to the last, I'd find you and bring you back home to pay for killing my Ma and now this is the day!
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