New Mesico, Red River Valley

[Jerry D]

Thats some beautiful country around Taos NM , Nice Memorial too

[Beau]

... indeed ... but the southern half of New Mesico is probably different ... more like desert ... boring hot desert ... bleached out heat and miles and miles of desert ... nothing to do or see, desert ...

[Beau]

... thats me sitting in a Pueblo eating a bowl of Goat Stew ...

[Beau]

... Clean air and a certain kind of light ... next time I'm gonna find me a Silver Stallion, without a mark upon its hair, teach him he can trust me like a brother ... and were gonna ride, were gonna ride, ride like the one eyed Jack of Diamonds with the devil by his side ...

[Beau]

oh, they got Art Galleries and a lot of chingaderas for sale, like any tourist town ... its the old town square idea that i like ... street vendor pulls up his Snack Wagon and you can smell the Carne Asada ... bands and musicians playing various kinds of music under a Gazebo ... and down yonder theres a Church and a sad old padre ... oh, its good to touch, the green green grass of home.

[Beau]

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[Beau]

... like in Old Town Albuquerque ... chingaderos, like "thinga a mah jigs" ... just cant escape it ... take old Kawliga for example ...

well, He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday hed talk .... Kaw-liga - a, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

[Beau]

Do you hear that whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine, She's the only one that'll sound that way.
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

[Beau]

... the town folk have left the streets ... nobody wants to be deputized ... i need my bride by my side but it looks like she's done up and forsaken me ... well, it's about High Noon and ahm sposed to meet Frank Miller and the Miller gang ... I do not know what fate awaits me. I only know I must be brave. For I must face a man who hates me, Or lie a coward, a craven coward; Or lie a coward in my grave. Oh, to be torn 'twixt love an' duty.
S'posin' I lose my fair-haired beauty. Look at that big hand move along, Nearing high noon.

Well, better strap on this old Red Ryder Colt .45 ... and mosey on up the street ... my Stetson and Gary Cooper face ... actually, Mr Horton kinda looked like Gary Cooper ...

[DMZ-LT]

Thanks for the tour Beau. I have never been to that part of the country.