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Chechi Nikash
She rode into town
Hair blowing in wind
She sang a song
Of the indian kind
She wore no hat, no boots, no skirt
She wore just leather pants and shirt
Her eyes were darker than the night
Her soul, though, shining light and bright
She rode ahead, to the saloon
She entered, plodding on Racoon
Her loyal friend in joy and harm
Not helpful hand, but helpful arm
Racoon, her horse, was strong and good
No matter nice or bad the mood
When she entered someone whistled
But Chechi Nikash, she bristled
She hated men, she hated love
She disliked braves and hate and wars
She went to bar, ordering a drink
When she saw somebody blink
She smiled at him, and he smiled back
Thinking though "Oh, what a heck"
She hated men, she hated love
She disliked braves and being a dove
A weak and tiny, little girl
No brave, no man, no, not at all!
But just a girl, a pretty one
Which fast could carry out her gun
With bow and arrow, fast not less
And feathers woven in a tress
An indian girl, a pretty one
That fast could carry 'round a gun
Chechi Nikash, her household name
(Through Texas it had quite a fame)
Was close connected to such words as
The beauty, that the hunting does
Just as good as braves and men
That always had much time to train
The indian girl that hated love
That hated to be such a dove
To be a girl, a pretty one
But could fast carry 'round her gun
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Busted Gulch vol 9
AventureThe river has been open to trade, and the River boats are rolling in. Bring trouble in spades. Gamblers, Mistresses, bad guys galore and so much more, BG has in store. A collaborative western story written in poetry, that continues as the character...
