(Winner Lose All)
by Leona (Heathisforme)
The Brothers were branding that day
When shots were heard
They went racing towards the sound
Riders and a coach were at stay.
When the shots ceased
And tempers calmed
Out came a pretty lady
And they were pleased.
They watched each other
And he fell in love
With the Mexican lady
And it was no bother.
Her father did not like it
But it did not matter
Legacy was the matter
And he got in a snit.
“Keep the line pure as a sacred trust”
Her father told her sternly
She looked at him confused
And loved him as she felt she must.
Fourth of July was the day
They all had fun
The brother kept her chuckling
When he thought he had his way.
They rode on the North Ridge
Playing and having fun
Past and present coming together
making an unsteady bridge.
Land issues was a dangerous game
Fighting broke out
This time was between families
The legacy of the family name.
“It’s all the way right”
He told her as he kissed her
Loving the feel of her lips
“Don’t look if its too bright”
That word reared its ugly head
Again it debased him
He was confused
And it filled him with dread.
He knew what he had to do
As did she
They did not like it
Their emotions all askew.
The tenants were mad
When told to vacate
Their homes, ten years in the making
Nothing to be had.
They were set to burn their house
The brothers raced to the site
She stood and watched
And listened to them grouse.
The Father came galloping in
He gave them back their land
Told her she could do what she wanted
Even though he thought it a sin.
She stared at him, said his name
Looked lovingly at him
and left him at the ranch
and nothing was the same.
She left him a while later
Said goodbye good and proper
Went running
back to the coach
He couldn’t hate her.
He stood there watching the coach
As it rounded the corner
He stood there, watching
This subject he would never broach.
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