Good days and bad, the range dont change, we do. I`m getting old, and my knees hurt after a hard days riding. Why is it the pub always calls? Why is it that I get maudlin for the old things? Why do I miss the time that has gone. I ride around hoping one day I`ll step into a time portal and get back to the West as it might have been. Masterson and Earp, William B. Hickock and the rest, what a time it must have been? Oh well must push on. See Ya!
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