| ����������� Beverly climbed on the train headed west across the country to California.� She was determined to make a new life for herself.� As the train slowly crossed the plains in the late July breeze, a sudden rain started to pour.� Suddenly, the conductor's voice came through the speakers of the intercom and Beverly silently scolded herself for not flying to Santa Monica. ����������� "Ladies and gentlemen, our train is going to be delayed until we can get a tree that has fallen off of the tracks.� Please be patient." A flash of light was seen out of the window as Beverly surveyed the country side.� She noticed a truck stop near the front car, and some men jumped out. ����������� As soon as the tracks were cleared, the men left, or so she thought.� She continued to stare out the window until she felt a tap on her shoulder. ����������� "`Scuse me, ma'am.� This seat taken?" a young man in boots and a cowboy hat asked her as she looked toward him.� He spoke with this light southern drawl. ����������� "No, not at all." She replied moving her stuff.� "I'm Beverly Eustice," she extended her hand.� "It's a pleasure to meet you." ����������� "Not at all, ma'am.� The pleasure is all mine.� My name is Byron Kirkpatrick and I'm the sheriff of Lonesome Dove." He smiled as her kissed her hand gently. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She was a girl on a wagon train Headed west across the plains The train got lost in a summer storm They couldn't go west and they couldn't go home Then she saw him riding through the rain He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train And she looked down and her heart was gone The train went west, but she stayed on In Lonesome Dove ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ����������� It was very pretty in Lonesome Dove.� Beverly had now been living there with Byron for three years.� As if on cue, on a stormy October night she gave birth to a little bundle of joy.� Byron continued to be a ranger though the west was a rough place to be.� Beverly always knew that his job would take him away from her one day, and though she cried, it didn't surprise her when they told her he was gone. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A farmer's daughter with a gentle hand A blooming rose in a bed of sand She loved a man who wore a star A Texas ranger known near and far So they got married and they had a child But times were tough and the west was wild So it was no surprise the day she learned That her Texas man would not return To Lonesome Dove ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ����������� Beverly continued to live in Lonesome Dove, even after Byron died.� It was right near the Rio Grande, so they had a good mission she could raise her son in.� She learned how to face off with the common felons that polluted the town, but she never remarried. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Back to back with the Rio Grande The Christian woman in the devil's land She learned the language and she learned to fight But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome dove ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ����������� Beverly watched her son, Chris, grow up.� A true gentleman, but quick with a gun, like his father, he became a sheriff.� One hot August afternoon, there was a telegram that came through.� The message was that there was a bank robbery in Cherico and that the men were headed south to the Mexican border, straight through Lonesome Dove. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She watched her boy grow to a man He had an angel's heart and the devil's hand He wore a star for all to see He was a Texas lawman legacy Then one day word blew into town It seemed the men that shot his father down Had robbed a bank in Cherico The only thing `tween them in Mexico Was Lonesome Dove ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ����������� The sun began to set on the small town as several men stood, glaring at each other, ready to fire on one lone man. as the clock struck, shots echoed throughout the canyon.� When the dust and smoke were cleared five of the six were dead.� Chris raised his guns and fired several victory shots.� His mother rushed to his side, smiling. ����������� There are still legends told in the sleepy little town though.� They say that he couldn't have killed all those men.� Some say that the shots came out of one of the side streets, but as for Beverly, she'll never tell. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The shadows stretched across the land As the shots rang out down the Rio Grande And when the smoke had finally cleared the street The men lay at the ranger's feet But legend tells to this very day That shots were coming from an alleyway 'Though no one knows who held the gun There ain't no doubt if you ask someone In Lonesome Dove (Repeat the chorus) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* |
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| "In Lonesome Dove" |