Sarah passes away from dysentery, bless her heart, and we have to bury her. A cattle runs free and we spend an entire day looking for it but it can never go back to domesticated life even if we find it.
Sarah, bless her heart, Sarah comes down with dysentery, and she breaks a leg. Waking up early in the morning, hooking the oxen up to the wagon and hitting the trail before noon. Lay back on you saddle blankets, pull your hat over you eyes and fall asleep under the moonlight dreaming about nothing except the countryside you grew up on We gather around a campfire and tell stories about the gold claim that never was Jackrabbit spotted on the ground and vultures fly overheadĬattle graze on that sweet sweet hillside grass
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