The Outlaw Man's Widow ( Legacy Returns)

In the works

The ranch was quiet,
nothing but tumbleweeds,
blew across the sand.
All the men that worked for the lady in black,
were her husband's outlaw gang.

Yes, other outlaw men.
After she shot and killed him
in a hotel in Santa Fe,
they rode now, to her commands.

She was his wife
even though, he had his share of many women.
She was dignified,
and everyone wondered,
how a woman like she,
ended up with an outlaw man,
as her husband.

Standing in her kitchen,
she told her house hand,
to gather up all the men.
With a glow to her turquoise eyes,
and her dead husband's pistol in her hand.

She walked out on the porch,
buckling her holster to her waist.
Tonight boys we ride to get my boy back.
My husband sold our son, for two bits of gold,
as you all know, and we're going to get him

All the men took their hats off, nodding yes
they helped her onto the back,
of her husband's old black horse Buck,
she took from the hotel the night she killed him.
We're bringing my baby back tonight,
with the couple dead or alive,
it's their choice, my friends.

She tossed some silver in the air towards them,
as she turned on her horse running west.
Faster, and faster she kicked old Buck up.
The gang could barely keep up.
Buck hand never run that fast, for her husband.
Off into twilight to find the outlaw's son.

Her heart raced as they stopped to rest for a bit.
Not staying too long at one place.
Mount up boys were burn'in moonlight.
She picked Bucks hooves clean,
then mounted up in a delicate lady's dress in black.
Working like a man,with all the class of a educated woman.
Buck seemed to read her mind,
running off her lead.

Over the top of the big ridge,
through the deep creek the horses swam.
She was bound and determined,
to bring her son home.
Her husband was the cruelest thief around.
He beat her, and sold their newborn baby, with no heart.
She didn't say much,
but when she did, all the gang gathered round.

Her hair flying loose, and down,
blowing behind her like bright red flames.
Her beauty was not matched by many, if none.
She slowed Buck down, holding up her hand,
motioning for the others to stop.
There down in the bottom was a cabin,
where her son now lived.
Pulling out her pistol, she ran on down.

The gang circled the cabin, with their pistols pulled.
One with his riffle hiding, behind the couples wagon.
Inside she heard her boy screaming,
laying in a wooden cradle unattended.
Sounds of the couple making love, came from the other room.
Slowly sliding her pistol back in the holster,
she pushed the window open, and reached in for her son.
tearing her petticoat into one long strip,
she strapped him to her chest over her shoulder.
Mounted old buck and whistled for her men.

She wasn't out to hurt anyone,
but was prepared to, if they took a stand.
Buck was lathered up white, dripping of his black skin.
He made this same trip once before, with her husband,
to sell their infant, the day he was born.
She held the baby tightly, tied to her chest with one hand.
A week they traveled that hot sandy land.
Only stopping long enough to eat and rest.

Nearing daylight, they made their way back to the ranch.
Edan was now safely home, where that boy belonged.
She brought him in and tended to his needs,
pulling out some clothes she made,
from the very dress she killed his father in.
Dressed him in black just like her,
some folks are just born in darkness,
it is just their fate/destiny.

It didn't matter what he wore,
he was back with her now.
But as one of the hands said:
the sheriff will be out here calling for him.
She laid her son down smiling,  in a cradle her daddy made.
Picking up the newly widow's husband's old gun,
with perfect composer, she cleaned it.
Looking back at him, she said: "I know let him come,
I will be waiting for him,
no one takes the son of an outlaw woman."