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But later that night the girl tip-toed out, And went down to the registry desk. She picked up the ledger, poured through it all, There was something that she had to check. Back upstairs she went, content to wait Her quarry had not yet arrived. He loved was awake, and smiled at her The kind the makes a man feel alive. She smiled back and asked for his name, She’d forgotten to ask in the rush. He said ‘Clarence Stone,’ and out came her gun, And she pointed it straight at his gut. She said,’My name is Ellie-May Burton, Sent out two months ago on this path, To track down a Stone who ran to the west, Hoping to escape our wrath!’ But he heard a catch in her harsh tone, And in her gun-hand a slight shiver. He couldn’t forget the warmth of her touch, So one final chance her did give her: He nodded and said,’Then fire away,’ With a coldness that made the soul quake. The gun fell from her hands, and she lit out, Running from the hotel without break. Come morning he road, pointed northwest Unnerved, but his decision remained, To return to Kentucky and die in a feud Was a choice not made by the sane. In the bright prairie light a rider appeared, A familiar woman on a mare. She rode up slowly, face red form tears, No weapon upon him did bear. He moved closer slowly, hand on his gun, But she said,’Clarence, there’s no need. I’ve been thinking all night on what I’m to do Of the future and of dark deeds.’ ‘Of a good man who stood, fought by my side, And put on a fine show in bed. Yet my family demands, for forgotten crimes That I put a bullet in his head.’ ‘Perhaps it is best, what you’re doing now, Riding out a free man to the wild. To be ride of the hate that has put kin in graves, Since the days when I was a child.’ ‘They say that a woman needs a good man, And the good men need themselves a wife. I may not be so good, but I think you and I Could ride out and build ourselves a life.’ Then she went silent, he waited and thought Of the chances and of the risks. But the pain in her eyes told the whole truth She he rode close and planted a kiss. They moved out at a trot, both realizing that Amongst the worst you sometimes find the best, And to this very day countless Burton-Stones Are scattered all over the west.

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The End of the Feud, Part Ii

But later that night the girl tip-toed out, And went down to the registry desk. She picked up the ledger, poured through it all, There was something that she had to check. Back upstairs she went, content to wait Her quarry had not yet arrived. He loved was awake, and smiled at her The kind the makes a man feel alive. She smiled back and asked for his name, She’d forgotten to ask in the rush. He said ‘Clarence Stone,’ and out came her gun, And she pointed it straight at his gut. She said,’My name is Ellie-May Burton, Sent out two months ago on this path, To track down a Stone who ran to the west, Hoping to escape our wrath!’ But he heard a catch in her harsh tone, And in her gun-hand a slight shiver. He couldn’t forget the warmth of her touch, So one final chance her did give her: He nodded and said,’Then fire away,’ With a coldness that made the soul quake. The gun fell from her hands, and she lit out, Running from the hotel without break. Come morning he road, pointed northwest Unnerved, but his decision remained, To return to Kentucky and die in a feud Was a choice not made by the sane. In the bright prairie light a rider appeared, A familiar woman on a mare. She rode up slowly, face red form tears, No weapon upon him did bear. He moved closer slowly, hand on his gun, But she said,’Clarence, there’s no need. I’ve been thinking all night on what I’m to do Of the future and of dark deeds.’ ‘Of a good man who stood, fought by my side, And put on a fine show in bed. Yet my family demands, for forgotten crimes That I put a bullet in his head.’ ‘Perhaps it is best, what you’re doing now, Riding out a free man to the wild. To be ride of the hate that has put kin in graves, Since the days when I was a child.’ ‘They say that a woman needs a good man, And the good men need themselves a wife. I may not be so good, but I think you and I Could ride out and build ourselves a life.’ Then she went silent, he waited and thought Of the chances and of the risks. But the pain in her eyes told the whole truth She he rode close and planted a kiss. They moved out at a trot, both realizing that Amongst the worst you sometimes find the best, And to this very day countless Burton-Stones Are scattered all over the west.