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The Shallows of the Ford |
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And. God knows I wished to warn him, for I once
had called him friend. But an oath had come between us — I was paid by
Law and Order;
He was outlaw, rustler, killer — so the border whisper ran;
Left- his word in Caliente that he'd cross the Rio border —
Call me coward? But I hailed him — "Riding close to daylight, Dan 1"
Just a hair and he'd have got me, but my voice, and
not the warning,
Caught his hand and held him steady; then he nodded, spoke my name, <
Reined his pony round and fanned it in the bright and silent morning,
Back across the sunlit Rio up the trail on which he came.
He had passed his word to cross it — I had passed
my word to get him —
We broke even and we knew it; 'twas a case of give and take
For old times. I could have killed him from the brush; instead, I let him
Ride his trail — I turned — my pardner flung his arm and stretched awake; |
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