This is the story of Ike Mcswain and Emily Metcalfe, or whoever you want. I just thought this was a better end for him. This is the first western I have done on here so I hope you like it!
She was a girl on a wagon train, headed west across the plains. The train got lost in a summer storm, they couldn't move west and they couldn't go home. Then she saw him ridding threw the rain. Loping gracefully on a tall chestnut, with his hat pulled low against the hard falling rain; he was the vision of hope like an angle! He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train! With a few clever turns, and not speaking a word he brought them safely into a town. It wasn't long until she looked down and her heart was gone. The young man soon took a job with the Texas Rangers, and against her family's wishes the train went west but she stayed on, in Lonesome Dove
A farmer's daughter with a gentle hand, his blooming rose in a bed of sand. She loved the man who wore a star, a Texas Ranger known near and far so they got married and they had a child, but times were tough and the West was wild. So it was no surprise the day she learned, that after going after a ruthless outlaw gang, her Texas man would not return to Lonesome Dove.
Back to back with the Rio Grande, the land had been his dream. Now she, a Christian woman in the devil's land, was all alone. She had learned the language and she learned to fight, but she never learned how to beat the lonely nights without her angle in Lonesome Dove.
She watched her boy grow into a man. He was the mirror image of his father and just as much comfort. He had an angel's heart and the devil's hand, he wore his star for all to see carrying on the pride of his father; he was a Texas lawman legacy. Then one day word blew into town, it seemed the men that shot his father down, had robbed a bank in Cherico, and the only thing between them and Mexico was their home: Lonesome Dove!
Later on that fateful day, as the shadows stretched across the land, the shots rang out down the Rio Grande. And when the smoke had finally cleared the street, the men lay at the ranger's feet!
But legend tells to this very day, that shots were coming from an alleyway. Though no one knows who held the gun, there ain't no doubt if you ask someone in Lonesome Dove, that it was the Christian woman in the devil's land who learned the language and learned to fight, but never learned how to beat the lonely nights in Lonesome Dove!
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