She is a rare breed,
her spurs made from
hammered silver on
the shanks, she owns
the last pair of spurs
on earth.

One night she slept
with a lady train robber,
woke up with the goods,
the train robber died
in a compromising
position from Apache's
wildblood passion.

She'll limber your
muscles, put you
to a supreme test.

When her chutegate
opens, you are left
pockmarked with
spit!

Behind her chutegate
is a warm, moist spot
for trading encouragement
and advice on how to ride
to find out where the next
party will be, where girls
are that easy.

If you're scared of her,
you might as well go home.

She was raised on the
western frontier where a
woman wasn't promised
anything for her efforts.

All of that has changed.
To ride her is the luck
of the draw.

She offers independence---
something we would all
like to think we have.

She'll have a look with
you at some old scrapbooks
with old, blurred photographs.
She'll show pictures of the
dead, but whose names are
fresh in her memory.

Apache is a very interesting
woman who lives in the
shadows of her youth.

So, in untraditional fashion,
she makes the rounds where
the hours pass easy and the
girls show a definate preference
for her.

She is a rare breed,
her spurs made from
hammered silver on
the shanks, she owns
the last pair of spurs
on earth.

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman.