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The Dance at Silver Valley |
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Broncho Bill is lying there and blood upon the floor.
" You've finished me; youVe gambler's luck; youVe won the trick and Belle.
Mine the soul that here tonight is passing down to hell.
And I must ride the trail alone. Goodbye to Belle McClure."
Downstairs on the billiard cloth, something lying
white,
Upstairs still the dance goes on, all the lamps are bright.
Round and round in merry spin — on the floor a blot;
Laugh and chaff and merry spin — such a little spot.
Broncho Bill has come to town and danced his dance tonight.
Don't you hear the fiddle shrieking?
Don't you hear the banjo speaking? Don't you hear the big spurs jingle? Don't you feel the red blood tingle? Faces dyed with desert brown} (One that's set and white); Broncho Bill has come to town ' And danced his dance tonight. William Maxwell |
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