The Memory of Glenore, Part Ii

...The next day’s sun a posse brought. By noon all the Anders Gang was shot, Except for one, no longer there, The path to their place, Sam had lain bare. In exchange for this they let him go, And give him on thousand in gold. But he did not rush to spend the haul, In fact he didn’t spend it, not at all. Instead he rode to the home of Bud Fielding, Where the poor Pitkin’s girl was recovering. Fielding walked out, with his rifle drawn “Ride on filth!”the good man warned. But Sam he just held up his hands, Saying,”I come here to kill no man. I came here to, in some small way, Make up for what happened that day.” The girl limped out, her eyes afire Chicago Sam then felt old, and tired. He took his gold-pouch off his belt, And at the feet of the girl it fell. He said,”You remind me of a girl, back when I was something of a better man. That money won’t fix a shattered heart, But at least you can make a new start. “I do not expect you to forgive, The things me and my comrades did. But I’m here today to even the score, For you and the memory of Glenore.” The girl looked on through swollen eyes, His purpose still, she did not realize. He sighed and said to her,”I’m sorry. That I ever caused you pain or worry.” Those were the last words that he said, Then he placed his pistol by his head. Twas the only way to make good, he figured, So he took a breath, then squeezed the trigger.