Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . THE TRINIDAD KID Theres a girl Id love to see,Shes a waiting there for me,Way down yonder in the southwest land. She has eyes of dreamy blue, And her heart is always true, Way down yonder on the Rio Grande. THE singer was riding slowly around a herd of steersbedded down on an open flat about a quarter of amile from the western, or Mexican bank of the river ofwhich he sang. It was the first guard, from eight to ten, and thesteers, having had a fine days grazing, were all lying downchewing their cuds as comfortably as a
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . THE TRINIDAD KID Theres a girl Id love to see,Shes a waiting there for me,Way down yonder in the southwest land. She has eyes of dreamy blue, And her heart is always true, Way down yonder on the Rio Grande. THE singer was riding slowly around a herd of steersbedded down on an open flat about a quarter of amile from the western, or Mexican bank of the river ofwhich he sang. It was the first guard, from eight to ten, and thesteers, having had a fine days grazing, were all lying downchewing their cuds as comfortably as a bunch of milk cowsin a dairy barn. Across the herd his side partner on the guard wasriding toward him, so that twice in each circle of theherd they met for an instant and then each jogged oninto the darkness. As they met this time the singer finished the verse,and his pony acknowledged the slight shifting of his ridersbody in the saddle by coming to a stop. 184 The Trinidad Kid 185 Gimme a match, demanded the singer as he felt inhis vest pocket for the makings. Here tis,
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