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Show We'd only gone for about a mile when we seen the tracks of a mighty beast, they're fresh and still a smokin', cowboys are headin' east. Bigger than a skillet, those tracks were long and wide, we pulled our cinch and started, followin' up a mountain side. The Colonel was a tracker, right away he took the lead, we knew that when we jumped him, we'd need a lot of speed. My little gray's excited, when we finally reached the top there we seen old Bob a-sleepin' under a tree, behind some rocks. He's layin' mighty peaceful, his nose was on the ground, he had her pointed toward the wind and boy was he sleepin' sound. That oxen woke up sudden, he sure did come alive, he knocked down the pines and cedars, had his throttle open wide. We left there in a cloud of dust, were ridin' side by side, a-duckin', dodgin' cedars tryin' to keep the steer in sight. My little horse was speedy, that good old iron gray, we were closin' in on Bobby, from my pard we pulled away. Bob broke through a clump of oak cedars and busted off the rim, I layed down low on horse's neck and tried to follow him. I'm slow to pin the cedars as my pardner passed me by, Old Roanie was a-flyin' when they tipped off that mountain side. Then I got untangled and headed off the hill, the little gray he sprouted wings, was runnin' fit to kill. I caught up with the Colonel, seen his right boot top was ripped, the blood was flowin' heavy, my old pardner sure looked sick. He'd left his chaps that morning, laying on his bed, as I went by I heard him, givin' up a lot of head. Then I seen the outlaw, he was runnin' awful low, Brother, I went to him, built a loop and made my throw. I jerked just like I'd caught him by the head and through the mouth, 'twas then I changed directions, turned off and headed south. I could hear my pardner comin', sounded like a train, a-course, he caught his heels as he went by him and he's still a-headin' north. 38 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |