..."And said say a prayer for me..."
She threw her arms around him, whispered God will keep us free...
..They could hear the riders coming, he said this is my last fight..
..If they take me back to Texas, they won't take me back alive...
There Were Seven Spanish Angels..
She reached down and picked the gun up that lay smoking in his hand
She said "Father please forgive me. I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she could not win
But her final prayer was answered when the rifles fired again
"The frost on the ground probably envies the frost on the trees."
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