Mary Fields

~ Mary Fields… Was born into slavery somewhere back east she thought it was Hickman County, Tennessee Growing up, she had learned how to read and write though she'd spent her childhood in captivity Came to Montana to live life as a nun but learned she was better suited for fight'n She stood six foot tall and weighed two hundred pounds wore a six shooter she could draw fast as light'n She had arms and hands looked like battering rams she towered o'er most cowboys here in the west She smoked cigars and chawed a tobacco plug a flask of whisky hidden under her dress She came to fame one day when a green cowpoke said that no black woman could be his better She'd laid him out flat when he went for his gun Mary shot him before he could clear leather In her left hand she could hold the reigns of six of the orneriest horses you'd ever knew while shooting a shotgun with the other hand and could still keep them horses a runnin' smooth She'd out shoot, out fight and out drink any man Was mean, stubborn, cantankerous and scary Specially if you was a meaning to steal from a wagon driven by Stagecoach Mary