The cowboy walked through the dusty old town,
Looking for ladies, gold, luck, and renown.
Dreadful bandits stopped and shot their loud guns,
Making way with stolen loot from bank runs.
A dusty standoff was had at high noon,
Our cowboy hero shot and killed a goon.
He stepped by, the sheriff was not impressed,
He was on the run away from arrest.
In the dry desert, he camped for the night,
Sounds of the Indians gave him a fright.
An old chief approached, hatchet in hand,
And sat beside the cowboy in the sand.
“Welcome,” he said in a deep and warm voice,
“I see that you haven’t come here by choice.”
The cowboy looked up surprised at the tone,
Kindness was not expected to be shown.
“Now come with me,” the chief said with a smile,
“You won’t be restricted a single mile.”
They stood and they walked under the full moon,
The night was now light, and they sang a tune.