Ole coyote, sure did howl,
Now he's growling in my gut.
First thing we et since Omaha,
Me, the kid, and the old squaw.
Found 'em turned out on the street,
Their owner shot in a poker game.
Say they have kin down at Ankle Run,
No one to turn to, 'cept me I reckon.
Ran into soldiers first day out,
Heading to the Sioux Town trouble,
Tried to arrest her and the boy,
Had to shoot three and took no joy.
Horse went lame, now we're afoot,
Big war party passed at dusk.
Nothing to do but break camp at dawn,
See if the Pastor remembers his son.
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