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Far out west is where my heart was won

next to a pickling cactus in the midday sun.

It was a day when not a lizard stirred

not a buzzard cackled not a sound was heard.

I was planning on collecting some wild peyote

when out of the brush sauntered a coyote.

His hackles were rising as he looked me in the eye,

I thought my number was up and it was my time to die.

My vision was melting and my knees started to shake

as a deep howling noise that creature began to make.

My stomach churned as I recoiled in worry and fright

when along came a rugged cowboy recognising my plight.

Leaping from his horse he pulled his gun from its holster

and with all of the confidence and power he could muster

he pointed it at the beast, but didn't pull the trigger

as his sentiment was strong and his understanding bigger.

He spoke to the coyote in a voice soft and mellow

telling it that now it was time to choose to stay or go.

With that it turned tail and fled out to the horizon

and to this day I've never seen a sight so surprising.

That cowboy put me on his horse and rode us to matrimony

and I've never wanted more than my coyote scarring honey.

At nights I listen to the beating of his heart and the whippoorwill

and his strength and vigour still gives me a thrill.

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