The Tale of Billy Flynn

The Tale of Billy Flynn

Billy Flynn looked skyward
As the fire slowly died
The embers dancing gaily
They had a hard days ride

He looked down at the fire
At the coals and their red glow
“Better get them horses covered”
“The clouds are bringing snow”

From the back a voice was heard
“You sure, you crazy coot”
He looked to where the voice had come
And he lit up a cheroot

“As sure as we’re all sitting here”
“Tomorrow, we’ll see snow”
“So, get them horses covered”
“We’ll want them warm when we must go”

They’d been out on the trail for months
Now, home was in their thoughts
They’d been hunting down some rustlers
Now, all but two were caught

The two were shot in Texas
In a shoot out first week in
The others caught in Reno
Nearly 21 weeks in

Billy poked the fire
And he said “best keep it hot”
“someone get some wood here”
“I suggest you get a lot”

They finished up their dinners
Billy said we’ll leave ‘fore dawn
There’s someone out there watching
A quick rest, and we’ll be gone

He set two cowpokes watching
Tending fire in the night
Watching for intruders
And keeping out of sight

Billy Flynn was old school
A Texas Ranger long ago
If anyone was closing in
Old Billy Flynn would know

“I’m resting now” old Billy said
“I’d suggest you do the same”
“Get the prisoners to the side there”
“To lose them now would be a shame”

He checked on all the horses
Made sure their blankets were pulled tight
Then Billy, grabbed his blanket
And he laid down for the night

In the morning, the ground was covered
It had snowed, three inches plus
The others all were watching
Billy Flynn….he made no fuss

“I could feel it in the air boys”
“The sky was screaming snow”
“I’ve been out here more than you have”
“That’s all you gotta know”

They ate and broke camp quickly
They heard some noises to their right
The men that they had captured
Had friends show up late last night

They were keeping back a distance
Watching, waiting for their chance
While Billy Flynn showed nothing
And helped prolong the dance

“Boys, you’d best get ready”
“There’ll be a shoot out sometime soon”
“I figure they’ll be coming at us”
“In the open…round ’bout noon”

“Keep an eye around you”
“Move the prisoners to the flank”
“Protect yourself from whatever”
“These men have left in their dry tank”

Billy called in perfect
About five hours on the ride
Six gunmen came upon them
Three came in from either side

Billy took the first one,
Shot him dead, between the eyes
The youngster back behind him
Had never seen a grown man die

It only took two minutes
Thirty seven shots in all
And in the end there was old Billy
Off his horse and standing tall

The six were dead and bleeding
“We’ll leave them to the birds”
Two of Billy’s men were wounded
And he’d almost lost a third

Two hours on they came to town
Billy Flynn was in the lead
He stopped to get some water
That was all Billy would need

He took his prisoners to the Jailhouse
And his charges to the Doc
Then he went on to the tavern
Ordered drinks from barkeep Jock

This talks of Billy Flynn
And true old western tale
Just hope you never ever
Have old Billy on your trail

Billy drank his beer and walked away
He said “It’s time for me to go”
“the clouds are saying one thing”
“But, watch out….we’re in for snow”.

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