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Ghost and Tex - Part 2
But the sun beating down was taking its toll
Red started to fade though he'd given his soul
they reached the exchange both were ragged and sore
Tex jumped on Blackie and was ready for more
Blackie was a young horse so full of spirit
he'd catch up to Ghost or at least damned near it
Behind them the sun met the earth with a glow
casting long shadows as night started to grow
Tex was dead tired and sore and his blisters bled
lips cracked and dry and a spinning in his head
Blackie was lathered, winded and bout to drop
they both had heart and neither was gonna stop
Rattlesnake Butte was coming close into view
that's when Tex saw Ghost pick up a step or two
He must have thought there was a change in his luck
unaware Tex had saved the last leg for Buck
Now Buck was a good hoss though just a tad slow
could climb like a mule to where Tex had to go
Up the side of that butte they staggered and strained
Tex let Buck pick the way and gave him his reins
They had nearly pulled up to that stallion's side
Tex could see the defiance in that horse’s eye
He knew if Ghost reached the top this chase'd be done
any chance of catching him would be long gone
So Tex took to hope's chance and let his rope fly
to hell with the odds, he knew he had to try
That rope struck its mark and landed true and right
and Tex tied it off to Buck's saddle horn tight
They were near the crest when the sun left the sky
when Ghost lost his footing and slid down the side
Ghost joined Tex and Buck on that one final ride
Now all three are runnin’ that range in the sky
Tex is now just a note scribbled on life’s page
'bout how him and Ghost were the end of an age
There’s many a tale that spreads across the night
when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light.
Tales about Tex, who once roamed free on the plains,
scratching a living using his rope and reins.
Some tales are happy when it comes time to tell,
but the story of Tex is sadder than hell
Copyright ©
Jerry Brotherton
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