And now my friend you ask me what makes me sad and still and why my brow is darkened like the cloud upon the hill. Run in your pony closer and I'll tell to you my tale of Utah Carol, my partner, and his last ride on the trail. We rode the range together, and rode it side by side. I loved him like a brother and I wept when Utah died. We were roundin' up one morning when work was almost done when on his side the cattle started on a frightened run. Underneath the saddle that the boss' daughter rode Utah that very morning had placed a bright red robe. That the saddle might ride easy for Lenore his little friend and it was this red blanket that brought him to his end. The blanket was now draggin' behind her on the ground. The frightened cattle saw it and charged it with a bound. But Lenore then saw her danger tried to turn her pony's face and leaning from the saddle tie the blanket to its place. But in leaning, lost her balance, fell in front of that wild tide. "Lie still, Lenore, I'm coming," were the words that Utah cried. His faithful pony saw her and reached her with a bound. I thought he'd been successful and raised her from the ground. But the weight upon the saddle had not been felt before. His pack cinch snapped like thunder and he fell by Lenore. Then picking up the blanket, he swung it over his head and started across the prairie, "Lie still, Lenore," he said. When he'd got the stampede turnin' and saved Lenore his friend, Utah then dropped the blanket to meet his fatal end. His six gun flashed like lightning, the report rang loud and clear. As the cattle rushed and killed him, he dropped the leading steer. On his funeral morning, I heard the preacher say, "I hope we'll all meet Utah at the roundup far away." Then he wrapped him in a blanket that saved his little friend, and it was this red blanket that brought him to his end.
Submitted on: February 02, 2020
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