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Old West
“
Spanish is the lovin’ tongue,
Soft as music, light as spray.
’Twas a girl I learnt it from,
Livin’ down Sonora way.
I don’t look much like a lover,
Yet I say her love words over,
Often when I’m all alone—
“Mi amor, mi corazon.”
Nights when she knew where I’d ride,
She would listen for my spurs,
Throw the big door open wide,
Raise them laughin’ eyes of hers.
And my heart would nigh stop beatin'
When I heard her tender greeting,
Whispered soft for me alone—
“Mi amor! mi corazon!”
Moonlight in th
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― Sun and Saddle Leather
― Sun and Saddle Leather
“
He had seen the end of an era, the sunset of the pioneer. He had come upon it when already its glory was nearly spent. So in the buffalo times a traveller used to come upon the embers of a hunter's fire on the prairie, after the hunter was up and gone; the coals would be trampled out, but the ground was warm, and the flattened grass where he had slept and where his pony had grazed, told the story.
This was the very end of the road-making West; the men who had put plains and mountains under the
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― A Lost Lady
― A Lost Lady
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