I CEDED THIS
TERRITORY TO KANSAS
And I am a slaver by trade. Doesn't that make
me awesome? I took my fourteen steps across
the border just to claim the land, and then they
gave me a mule and some more. My formal training
was in cracking safes - along along the wagon trail
my name was known. Even those team-drivers, with
their riding guards and six-gun meanings were no
match for me. When I reach the wagon, boys, there's
no security left, and it's already too late. Hide your
money where you may, but leave it at the gate.
You say you rode along with Chisholm and the
railroad's gonna' be the death of me? Well,
maybe so but I ain't worried. There's still
a lot of me you'll see. Open season in
the mine.
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