Eight Miles Left

With ten more miles of wire

  my horse wants to turn back

 

There’s dark clouds over the mountain

  just a small tent in my sack

 

The fence line sits all busted

  from two bulls that went astray

 

They both missed being neutered

  last year on roundup day

 

My hands are cold and blistered

  that salve jar all but gone

 

Two wolves begin to howling

  that lonesome prairie song

 

The storm clouds now have thickened

  light pulls its covers back

 

Just one more night on the western slope

  —with eight miles left to track

 

 

   ‘From The ‘Searching For Crazy Horse Collection’”

          ‘Read In Elko Years Ago’

 

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