Ate stew, shot a man,
Bandy body spraddled, so full of lead 
Cabron can’t even walk uphill. 
Derringer spit out of bullets
Empty as a gutted steer
Found a soiled dove 
Got me some cash roll for a night.
Hacienda next dawn,
Indian scalps round my neck.
Jacal shack full of hunched men
Kicked that hut down,
Limped them with shots, 
Morning to scalp them, 
Noontime, sang. 
Offal yarned in my satchel saddle 
Prairie oyster in the other,
Quit the flats, into town
Raised on prunes and proverbs
Scorched a church,