Louis L'amour

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Louis La'MourHe woke up to whistles in the distancefrom puff stallions releasing their steamsaw the shadow of a wolf in the sunriseas he drank creekwater from his canteenmorning's glitter off his dusty tin starsaid he still had a job to completeso he wrapped the cash safe in his bedrollthen spurred his mare through tumbleweedshe left a bandit buried in the canyonwhere echoes sing and eagles soarthen that lawman rode hard for west Texaslike a hero out of Louis L'amourhe rode into El Paso at sunsetpaid Jesus to hay n water his mareword hit Mazie's her marshal was backso she drew him a bath upstairshe walked in and gave back her payrollsaid the outlaw wouldn't be taken aliveshe led him slowly up the staircaseunbuckled his heart and hot .45a red moon watched through the windowwhile clothing fell on the hardwood floorshe slid in that clawfoot beside himlike a lady out of Louis L'amouryes, somewhere back in time...in the mists of his mindhe rides through life with a badge n gunwhen life is chilly and grey, you can have a thrilling dayif you close your eyes and imagine onewell, a mangy stray slept on a throw rugthe spaceheater glowed like a crimson moonand the subway roaring right beneath himspoiled his nap in the boiler-roomhe stood up and straightened his nametagmaybe today Mazie'd call him by namegrabbed his toolbelt and a pipewrenchdragged himself upstairs to fix her drainthat night he sat alone with a novelpopped open a canteen of Coor'srode double with a lady in the moonlightlike a hero out of Louis L'amour(c)2006 Roert George

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Bump.