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Utah Carroll
Well, he got the stampede turned and saved little
Varro, his friend. Then he turned to face the cattle and meet his fatal
end. His six-shooter from his pocket, from the scabbard
he quickly drew,— He was bound to die defended as all young cowboys
do.
His six-shooter flashed like lightning, the report rang
loud and clear; As the cattle rushed in and killed him he dropped
the leading steer. And when we broke the circle where Utah's body lay, With many a wound and bruise his young life ebbed
away.
" And in some future morning," I heard the preacher
say, " I hope we'll all meet Utah at the round-up far
away." Then we wrapped him in a blanket sent by his little
friend, And it was that very red blanket that brought him
to his end. |
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