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Stable Boy

He stumbled up the rock slope To find the breaded man. A six gun waiting at the ready, The bastard’s flesh to brand. A rock came loose His foe came round A stray bullet Struck in the group He could not believe his good luck, His vengeance was at hand. The race was on around the ridge He chased that rustler scum Until atop a stony knoll He aimed his heavy gun The shot rang out The foe went down The echo washed Over the town He stood over the silent corpse Tired, raw, and stunned He trudged his way back to the town Finding faces froze in shock The though that he might win the day Their minds had wholly blocked He gave a shrug And walked on by To Red’ Saloon And Lorelei He cared not what her job might be He’d ask her, ready or not She saw him coming down the hall And wept their at his feet Then led him back into her room For things I can’t repeat The stable boy His pa avenged When none would Step up to defend And claimed a wife all on the day Fellows, that’s no mean feat

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