Above the Winter Rock
I work in diagonals,
in tangents of mud track and Ursa Minor.
Trained as a scout,
I turn out bitter as cowboy coffee,
huddle with rifle and knife,
the taste of campfire steak
and a corn silk smoke on my tongue.
From a tree line advantage,
I watch the posse’s stalking cadence
as it seeps across the trail,
watch them try to match
hoof marks on stone through snow.
Not calm but resigned,
I uncock the hammer,
take the Vernier iron sight
from a tracker’s chest.
We’ll play a fair game here.
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I took the bank with three other men.
Two are caught.
The other is ridge-riding with his split.
There’s escape over the mountains, an easy slide
to a side wheel steamer or the riverside train.
With a thousand yard Sharps,
I’ll wait out the night, the steeple of a hunter’s moon,
wait for the Pinkertons to circle closer or circle away.
R. T. Castleberry
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Pioneer Day
October 20, 2012
9:00 am to 3:00 pm
On the museum grounds
FREE Admission
112 East Murphy Street in Odessa, Texas
432.333.4072
www.whitepoolhouse.org
Funded in part by the Texas Historical Commission and OCA&H .
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Fourth Quarter 2012
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