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Westerns Wane
By Joe Pivetti
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rode into town covered in sweat, dirt and pain. His last two bits went to the ostler for a stall, oats and grain. Rio Grande water, even laced with lye, couldn't wash away his sins Or the blood from from the hands that had taken six men. But the Colt in his holster took the blame with unrest... Along with the battered tin star upon his seething chest. A lonesome but determined Ranger, he'll make this Texas Republic just, With honor, fortitude, and the Lone Star people's trust. |