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Show I got to my feet, staggered sideways, made a lunge for that rickety door. Knocked it down and departed the premises, fleein' the pain and the war. Well, I ran for the shanty where Pard was, there a-tremblin' in terrible fright. In the gloom and the dark, guess I scared him, he stampeded and fled through the night. There I stood in my socks and longjohns, I'd lost my chaps and saddle. I'd lost my boots and blue jeans, but, worse I'd lost the battle. It was a long mean hike to the ranch place, warm grub and a friendly bunk. So I turned to the trail and got movin,' away from that shack and that skunk. Fin Bayles Cowboy Poetry From Utah 77 |