Epilogue

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  Bright sunshine lit the Texas day, making the birds sing and the flowers on the ranch blossom.  Two children, a boy, and a girl rode at a dead run up and down the small valley, laughing as they went.  Their parents watched from the porch of the small ranch house.

   "Those two ride like little Indians", Alta Hayes Hart commented to her husband, former US Marshal, Wade Hart.

   "That's what Ma always said about Wyatt and I.  Although their mother is no greenhorn on a horse either."

  Smiling, she reached up to give him a kiss.  Wade wrapped his arms around her to return the favor.  Breathless when they finished, Alta turned and called for the children.

   "Wyatt!  Mellissa!  Come in to eat!"

   "Yes Ma!", they cried in unison.

  Wade watched them ride up.  Wyatt looked identical to his namesake, while Mellissa resembled her mother.  Kissing his wife and children, he made his way to his own horse, who stood ground tied near by.  The roan mare had a temperament to match that of her mother, the infamous Evil.  He rode past the two crosses set inside a small iron fence, not sparing them a glance.  He knew what they said, down to the letter: Mellissa S. Hart - Forever in my heart and Wyatt D. Hart - best friend, brother, and husband.  Urging his horse into a lope, he headed toward the horizon.  Alta watched her husband, who still had the bearing of a Lawman if there ever was one, ride away.  She looked at the twin before returning inside.  Lunch was done and before long Wade would return from checking the stock with the hands.

They sent me out from Santa Fe to try and find his trail
They think that I'm the only one who can bring him back to jail
This star says I'm a lawman this gun has seen me through
And though my heart is heavy I've got a job to do
You see he's such a proud man who never learned to crawl
But a good man turns gun slinger he's the meanest man of all
He killed the US Marshall and for that he's gonna pay
And I'm the lonely lawman who's on his trail today
There was a time he fought for true and on the side of right
Until the only girl he loved was killed one faithful night
I know his heart was shattered as he turned the barren sod
And laid away her body come ending into God
Then he vowed a revenge to those who took her life
And every notch upon his gun a tear shed for his wife
But revenge is like wild fire sweepin' through the wood
It turns reason into ashes and it burns out on the good
Now I can't help but remember as I trail this lonesome man
I don't believe while we were boys out of any race we ran
For you see his face resembles mine we talk somewhat the same
And though we walk in different world we both wear our daddy's name

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