Thundering Hooves And Blazing Guns

Deep in the lands of the west

There was a spirit that never gave rest

It showed itself in forest green

And the mountain's icy sheen

With great big open sky

Where a hawk would sometimes fly

But the wild son had a broken silence

As shots were followed by a cry of defiance

A band of riders were giving chase

Bandanas pulled up to obscure their face

Peacekeepers were drawn spitting fire and lead

Hoping a bullet would make it's way into a head

But the rider they chased and so sought

Led them into the valley of death and rot

For here the wild men did take to these

So a flurry of arrows were soon free

It was an ambush of the most clever design

It baffled these chasing rider's minds

Too late as arrows buried themselves deep inside

That soon put an end to their wild ride

The one who was formerly pursued

Had come up with this plan so shrewd

Basic it was but it worked against those of ill

A most clever way to ensure the kill

The rider is to bee chased across the land

And lead them straight to his tribe's waiting hands

And soo this was one more they had taken away

The scalps were gathered as they flayed

But this was the price to pay

When one went against the Apache way