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Don Heller owned an impressive spread, Not that far from Lindholme town, Below the tall peaks of Idaho, Down the road from Ed McGowan. Ed McGowan owned half the ville, And had two-dozen hanger-son. Ike Raeburn owned the other half, But had thirty men with guns. All knew that someday blood would come, And six-shooters would be drawn, But Marshall Jackson, old and tired Could not stop this violent dawn. Ed and Ike threw their weight around, Then demanded the loyalty, Of townsfolk and of ranchers all Who lived in the wide country. Before long folks had taken sides, Just trying somehow to survive, But Dan wouldn’t be tread upon, He said he’d sooner die! He readied himself for a fight, Not knowing who’d strike first. But he paused and then had an idea To end the pair’s blood-thirst. He sauntered one day into town, And sat down for a drink. To all who’d ask he told freely Which side he thought would win. By day’s end the rumor ran That McGowan he did choose. But another claimed him Raeburn’s man, Twas a wild mess of news. But Ed and Ike, they would not stand Someone siding against them, So they both went down to Heller’s ranch, To deal out his punishment! As each drew near and saw the other They raised up an angry cry! Colts came out and roared to life, The hot lead began to fly. And as the bodies piled up, As hot blood so freely spilled, Dan sat perched with his Sharps Upon a nearby, wooded hill. When one would run from the carnage, He could carefully take aim, And whether they were Ed’s of Ike’s Dan sent them swiftly to their graves. And when the shirkers started falling, Each side blamed the other gang. They redoubled their violent efforts, Their guns with mad rage sang! In seven quick and hellish minutes They tore each other apart, And left but one man standing, Where fifty-seven had stood at the start! That man was old Ike Raeburn, Desperately limping away. So Dan he drew a bead on him, Squeezed, and ended his days. Dan went down to the town for Marshall, And told him a sordid yarn, About two gangs having it out, While he ‘hid’ within the barn. Marshall Jackson made his way out, Whistled, then shook his head. And said,”Never thought it would end like this, But at least those thugs are dead.” Lindholme had no trouble after that, The Marshall saw to his job, Hired on a younger deputy To help him control the mob. And Dan never had to worry again, For as the townfolk like to say: What fears a man who takes on fifty-plus And lives to walk away?
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