Cowboy Poetry: My Partner

See that ranahan sittin’ over there Cheerful as hell without a care? Last night in a red-hot poker game We were playing it close, but he looked the same He bluffed out my three-of-a-kind with the pair And yet he calls himself my Partner. I loan him ten bucks and he goes to town Gets …

The Range Cook’s “Holler”

They sing of the puncher — that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin’ steer; Who rides at the head of the midnight stampede with nary a symptom of fear. They tell of his skill with the six-gun and rope, but nobody mentions the dub Who trails the chuck-wagon through desert and plain …

Cowboy Poetry: Lost in the Dark

Have you ever ridden on a night so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face? Much less a fence—but your pony stops, so you get off to find the gate That colt you’re riding is plenty tired, the darkness has made him tense He shies to the end of the bridle …

Tall Men Riding

This is the song that the night birds sing As the phantom herds trail by, Horn by horn where the long plains fling Flat miles to the Texas sky. Oh, the high hawk knows where the rabbit goes, And the buzzard marks the kill, But few there be with eyes to see The Tall Men …