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Django Rides Again
Django left that sleepy town,
And no-one barred his way.
He'd faced the men who tracked him down,
And they had died that day!
So off he rode, now heading south,
Where Desperadoes go.
He tasted dust around his mouth,
And travelling was slow.
Mexico seemed like a plan;
He thought he'd go down there.
Just a drifting, lonesome man,
With love he longed to share
Women down in Mexico
Are passionate, they say;
Simply dressed in calico,
With smiles to greet the day.
At length he reached a bordertown,
With buildings painted white;
People strolling up and down,
And two men in a fight!
He stopped outside the old hotel
And gave his horse a drink.
Eyes were on him, he could tell;
He'd barely time to blink
Before a girl approached him,
With beauty, grace and charm;
Fair of face and lithe of limb,
She grabbed him by the arm.
She asked, "Are you a gun for hire?
I need your help, Señor."
He felt her hand — it was on fire!
She stirred his soul, for sure!
He looked into her lovely eyes
And asked her to explain.
She told him, through her sobs and sighs,
Her anguish and her pain.
Her father owed a gambling debt —
An I.O.U. he'd signed.
The man he owed was greedy, yet
He'd something else in mind!
He told the father of the girl,
Though money would be fine,
He'd rather take this precious pearl
To be his concubine!
Django fumed at hearing this;
He knew he was in love.
He'd help this girl he longed to kiss;
This vision from above.
He found the man he wanted
Inside the town's saloon,
Playing cards, undaunted.
He knew he'd face him soon.
He saw the man was cheating,
And called him out on that.
With heart now quickly beating,
The man picked up his hat.
He grabbed the gun inside it,
But he was much too slow.
Django drew, then fired and hit
The man's right hand, and so,
The menfolk rounded on the cheat,
And knocked him to the ground.
Django, meanwhile, went to meet
The new love he had found.
He told her that he loved her,
And asked to know her name.
She answered, "I'm Ramona.
I truly feel the same!"
Then, at last, the lovers kissed,
And Django planned to stay.
He never knew what he had missed
Until that fateful day!
Ramona's father never paid
The money that he owed.
The man who cheated him was made
To hit the dusty road!
-RH-
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This poem is a sequel to my
previous one, SHOWDOWN IN
A SLEEPY TOWN, although
either poem can be read
independently of the other.
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Django Rides Again
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