Posted by Gunslinger on March 19, 1999 at 16:39:33:
There was me, and Bobby Sizemore,
And a boy we called Zeke;
And that kid of Donald Sutter's
From down on Brady Creek.
We was resting in the cedars
Just South of Rising Star-
We were ranging out of Thurber-
So we hadn't ridden far.
The news we had was Quanah-
Was raiding down this way,
Comanches raided Haskell-
A week ago they say.
Four men against two dozen-
It seemed unlikely odds-
With the Sharps' across my pommel-
I could shoot a hundred rods.
Why I remember Billy Dixon-
He was there at 'dobe Walls-
He shot at least eight hundred yards
I seen that Injun fall.
So we'll stay up on the high ground
And keep a careful watch-
For on some redskins coup stick-
I'd hate to be a notch.
We caught them down at Paint Rock-
They were scattered on the flat,
It sure warn't like Comanches-
To be caught exposed like that.
By the time that we quit shootin'
There was ten that could be found-
Looking past the clear blue Texas sky-
To the happy hunting ground.
In the Comanche lodges-
Squaws set up a dreadful wail-
Tribute to our Texas rifles
On the Kwahadi war trail
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