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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2166505" data-attributes="member: 26473">Dakota TurnbowDakota listens to the gunslinger, then the marshal without comment. He slips the loop back over the hammer of his pistol and tips his hat, then with a click of his tongue Lightning takes off at a trot back toward the posse's camp.The cowboy's thoughts are as dark as the night. “That river got deep mighty fast tonight,” he says to Lightning. The horse snorts softly in reply and Dakota pats the cowpony’s neck.To pass the time, and to avoid surprising D’Artois, Dakota begins to sing, the words carried aloft by his pleasant baritone into the gloomy night.Have you heard tell of sweet Betsy from Pike She crossed the wide prairie with her lover, IkeWith two yoke of oxen, a big yellow dog,A tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hogOne evening quite early they camped on the Platte‘Twas nearby the road on a green, shady flatBetsy, sore-footed, lay down to reposeIn wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County roseThe Indians came down in a wild yelling hordeAnd Betsy got scared they would scalp her adoredUnder the wagon wheel Betsy did crawlShe fought off them Indians with musket and ball Out on the prairie one bright starry nightThey broke out the whiskey and Betsy got tightShe sang and she shouted, she danced on the plain.She made a great show for that whole wagon trainThe Shanghai ran off and the cattle all diedThe last piece of bacon that morning was friedIke got discouraged and Betsy got madThe dog wagged his tail and looked wondrously sad They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave outAnd down in the sand she lay rolling aboutIke in great terror looked on in surpriseSaying, Betsy get up, you’ll get sand in your eyes Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of painDeclared she’d go back to Pike County againIke, he just sighed, and they fondly embracedAnd she traveled along with her arm round his waistDakota repeats the first verse as he dismounts and walks the last dozen or so yards into camp, where the gambler is waiting. “Evenin’, D’Artois,” he says with a nod as he unsaddles the cowpony. Dropping the saddle and bags a short distance from the campfire, Dakota removes Lightning's bit and bridle and lets the pony cool down while the wrangler retrieves a lead rope from his saddle bag.</blockquote>

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