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Show All at once he stopped his buckin' and lit out into a run Then I knew I'd won the battle with that line-backed "Zebra Dun." Well Homp "picked up" Old Badger Ernie took the other side And we cut out through the sage and greasewood then took him for a ride. Took him on a circle, at least two miles or more When we got back to "startin' place" his "buck" was gone for sure. Those shearers all was laughin' as I stepped off to the ground Someone pulled his hat off and quickly passed it 'round. Everyone of them there threw money in it, some twelve or fifteen bucks It totaled all together, when it was counted up. They bragged on me and slapped me on the shoulder. I was puffed up some But earned every penny ridin' Badger, that line-backed "Zebra Dun!" Vern Mortensen (OJUV/I £ On cfCfctsU^ 114 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |