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Show But there was nobody that really got hurt though some of the boys would have blood on their shirts. Those cowboys would mount up and leave on the run with long streaks of flames, spittin' from a six gun. Those boys with the sheep would head back for the camps, step up in the old wagon and light the old lamp. Then in the morning, they'd usually find the remains of a sheep, where a coyote had dined. Those God-fearin' people were all headed home to an old lumber shack, a-standin' alone. With a woodburnin' stove against the far wall, a table, some chairs, a bed and that's all. The whole shootin' match in them days, could be bought for two hundred dollars, cash on the spot. No politicians pesterin' their lives, just a dog and a cat, their kids and their wives. When we think back and yearn for the best, it's the old way of livin' when they settled the West. Melvin L. Whipple fRANKDfi EU RAY ANPtR^OM - '34- Cowboy Poetry From Utah 35 |