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On the Trail of Love
"We knows Ben's style an' knows he would Make ev'ry word he says stand good, An', knowin' there was three hard men To one, we ups an* follers Ben. By layin' low an' hangin' back An' trailin' up his bronco's track— Which then at timesgrows mighty dim— We 'lows to keep in reach o' him. Fer if he'd sight us, sure, he'd come An' turn us spraddlin' back fer home. 'I takes my prisoners 'lone,' he said, 'An' when I can't—well, some one's dead.'
"The next day out we slips up to Three trails, an' one a-windin' thro' We spots as Ben's, an' Billy Bawn Locates Ben's boots, the spurs are on, An' in some trees we starts his hoss— The painted one he names 'Old Boss'— Half-dead fer water, then beyun' We sees where he'd the fight begun.
"He gets two men the first thing done, An' then the third one jerks his gun An' let's Ben have it in the chest, An' Ben comes back his very best— An' there the four o' 'em lay still, An' o' that sight I gets my fill, An' goes away fer quite a spell, Queer feelin' that, I'm here to tell.