They circled the cabin
She stepped out to meet them
With a Winchester rifle that kept them away
Twelve young Apaches
On calico ponies
The leader among them on a white paint bay
He looked down upon her
Sincere admiration
Many had fought him and many had died
Was she alone?
Where was her husband?
He asked her the question, to which she replied
I wait for the man who is bound for El Paso
Riding alone fetching seeds and supplies
Leaving behind his home in a canyon
Wife and two children with tears in their eyes
In a quiet saloon
Near Culberson County
An argument led to the end of a gun
From the bar stood a traveler
Who did what he could
To even the odds that were three against one
A thunderous sound
Followed by silence
The traveler lay dead with a hole in his side
His newfound companion
Knelt down beside him
Asked who he was, the bartender replied
Lying there's a man who was bound for El Paso
Riding alone fetching seeds and supplies
Leaving behind his home in a canyon
Wife and two children with tears in their eyes
This newfound companion
Set out for the canyon
Headed for nowhere but he never slowed down
One early morning
He awoke to the sounds of
Calico ponies and hoofs on the ground
He fought for his life
But finally fell captive
Certain he'd come to the end of his days
His fight was over
His fate was sealed
By the will of a leader on a white paint bay
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Come morning light
He awoke near a cabin
The leader looked on as his hands were untied
He looked around briefly
And silently wondered
Would this be the moment he finally died?
The cabin door opened
Out stepped a woman
A Winchester rifle held close to her side
That newfound companion
Looked up at the woman
She asked who he was, to which he replied
I'm in debt to a man who was bound for El Paso
Riding alone fetching seeds and supplies
Leaving behind his home in a canyon
Wife and two children with tears in their eyes