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The Texas Cowboy and the Mexican Greaser
With his pistol he waved back the gang, who was
wild with rage and drink.
" I warn ye, get back!" he said, " or I'll blow your heads in two!
A dozen on one poor creature, and him wounded and bleeding, too! "
The gang stood back for a minute; then up spoke Poker Bill:
" Young man, yer a stranger, I reckon. We don't wish yer any ill;
But come out of the range of the Greaser, or, as sure as I live, you'll croak;"
And he drew a bead on the stranger. I'll tell yer it wa'n't no joke.
But the stranger moven' no muscle as he looked in the bore of Bill's gun;
He hadn't no thought to stir, sir; he hadn't no thought to run;
But he spoke out cool and quiet, " I might live for a thousand year
And not die at last so nobly as defendin' this Greaser here;
For he's wounded, now, and helpless, and hasn't had no fair show;
And the first of ye boys that strikes him, I'll lay that first one low."
The gang respected the stranger that for another was willing to die;
They respected the look of daring they saw in that cold, blue eye.
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