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A Ranger |
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Yet he sent a soft-nosed exhortation back
That convinced the sinner — just above the eye. So the sinner sprawled among the shadows black While the ranger drifted north beneath the moon, Wabblin' crazy in his saddle, workin' hard to stay a-straddle
While the hoofs beat out a slow and sorry tune. When the sheriff got up early out of bed,
How he stared and vowed his soul a total loss, As he saw the droopy thing all blotched with red That came ridin' in aboard a tremblin' hawse. But " I got 'im " was the most the ranger said And you couldn't hire him, now, to tell the tale; He was just a quiet ranger, just a ridm' pilgrim stranger
And he labored with the sinners of the trail. Charles Badger Clark, Jr. |
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