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The stage was set,
so the battle raged
out in the town of MLM
where no cattle grazed.
The outlaw sent a message
to a cowhand on the range.
She saddled up her hoss
and waved 'adios' to the grange.
Just outside of town
she readied for the fight.
Exhausted from the trail
she'd been riding most the night.
She strapped on her buscadera,
thonged her Colts down to her thighs,
and readied her old Winchester,
she loosed the scabbard ties.
Then she climbed back on the mare,
pointed her nose to town.
She was ready to side the outlaw,
gun the lawmen down.
Her first ride down the Main,
she just took it slow,
but no one could ignore
those thonged down, loaded Colts.
The women pulled their kids inside.
The men ran straight for cover.
Then the Sheriff met her
his eyes tearing, he began to shudder.
He looked up at the cowhand.
Her pony snorted fire.
"I suppose you're looking for Billy Jones.
You're his gun for hire."
Her face was hidden in shadows
of a worn out Stetson hat.
He saw her head move up and down,
but he got no more than that. . .
Ahhh, enter the Shady Lady. Who has come to save Billy's bacon (or his carrot, as the case may be)? Tune in next time, folks. It ain't over till it's over, and this gal will open the ball and have you dancin' to her fiddler. . . .
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