Westward Smith rode his horse into town,he said ' Getty Up.'

The horse gallopped  rode away as Westward ate the last of the canned beans he threw the can down as he grab his guitar then started singing and sang,' Yippeee Ka Yra Yippeeeee.I'm old and struggling cowboy on my way into town, to myself a job and a gunfight .' He then sang.
 

The sky turn cloudy and it started raining but Westward didn't mind the rain he rode on,telling his horse too getty up. He stop suddenly as he had just a thought, thought about what could happen to him in this new town. And yet he rode on, he had to remember a name,it was Cowboy Collinsworth he was a local Sheriff there and had a job opening as a deputy there. That was what he wanted too be. 
 

As a boy Westward watched his father die at the hands of a stranger from a gunfight ,his father lost of course and yet he continued to live he had to,he was his only son. There then were no other sons around. He was the last one. Westward smiled at the thought of fighting for truth and justice,it wouldn't be totally out of place ,Westward always did whatbthen was right,he never did nothing wrong at all. But then he then never ran from a gunfight or any other fight either . Westward then too  was then too a strong and powerful cow polk and he could take care of himself too. He always fought when tempted he never back down from one .He never lost either.

 

end.