A Ballad for Montana
by Kathy C Schultz
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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Down in Presidio, there on the border one night..I met a young cowboy whose loving made everything right. His hair was golden like the sand, an outlaw was this dark-eyed man who came to me that night. Yes, it might have been wrong but loving Montana made everything right.
His smile was like the rising sun that stayed though the day was done, his kisses were like sweet honey fire; filling us both with desire. It might have been wrong, but loving Montana made everything right.
I was looking for love, he was searching for gold, to steal all the money Will Coker had stole. He was the paymaster, that was his plan; a ruse to join up with the outlaw band.
He took a room at Miss Emma's in town, but he came to me when the sun went down. I was his girl and I wanted his name. I waited, and waited, but the words never came.
Wicked Juanita said all men are the same, if you want to win him you must play the game. I listened to all of her lies and her schemes and because of Curosity, I lost the man of my dreams.
I remember that night, I remember it well. Ever since then, I've been living in hell. Young and foolish, I made a mistake, there's no going back, it much too late.
When Curosity broke in, I gave no alarm,cause he said, "Don't worry, I mean you no harm. This Juanita's plan, a way to help you get your Gringo man."
I can still see the look on Montana's face at finding me with another in Rosa's place. I tried to explain that I was still true , that he was the only man I ever knew. His laughter rang loud, disbelief on his face, I was now just another girl in Rosa's place.
As he walked away, foolish Curosity called for gunplay. In self-defense, the big guns replied and that's how young Curosity died.
I ran toward him, but he told me to stay, for death was the price that he put on me that day.
From the cantina, Juanita did go, fast on her roan to old Quelo, with lies on her lips, to bring back the men with guns on their hips.
The next morning I stood by the Cantina door, hoping to catch a glimpse of my darling once more. Suddenly the scent of roses came strong and I knew that something was terribly wrong. I started to tremble, I started to cry, cause that I knew that death was standing near by.
Suddenly, I saw them come riding in, a group of dirty, dangerous men. With hands on their guns, and hate on their face, they surrounded Miss Emma's place. They were after Montana, I knew it was true . I had to warn him. What else could I do? I ran down the street, but I was too late, my darling was outside meeting his fate. What a horrible sound, the echo of bullets as he hit the ground.
Crying and screaming, I begged him to open his eyes, but it was too late, death would allow no goodbyes. I craddled him close to my breast and that's when I saw it, the big Texas star on his chest. What a surprise, my sweet outlaw was a Ranger in disguise. Too late do I realize the depth of this man, one of a kind, whose love burned deep in his heart, but duty was first on his mind.
I couldn't stand it, someone had to pay for taking my Darling away. Grabbing his six guns, I started firing at Will, hoping my aim would be straight, straight enough to kill. Five men are falling, they're falling right down to the ground, the others are slapping leather, they're turning around, but suddenly there's a noise from the North end of town; the Ranger are riding, they riding in fast. Soon it's all over, soon it's all past, there's none left to hang, for they put an end to the Border Town Gang.
Now the Captain of the Rangers, is walking my way. He listens to everything that I have to say... I tell him of my love for this man and the deed that was done. Tears fill his eyes," I understand for this man is my son."
Now comes the darkness and gone is the light, gone is Montana, now nothing will ever be right.
Now Roses surround him, and candles are flickering low;
I swear by Heaven, I never will let him go. This can't be the end, there's must be a way we can be together again.. My love and my pain I can't hide, so I make a promise, I take a vow never to leave his side, so now in the morning, I'm a sister and nobody's wife. At night, I'm a woman just praying for the love of my life.
Montana, Montana,...I love you Montana.
Author: Kathy Schultz CC: Convent and the Rose
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|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Loved this outgoing ballad. Made me think of my love for Tom and never ending, was trouble free, and devine love. Will never let him go. I did like reading all this and encouraged me to think positively now.|