The heads hung low,
As the folks in town all watched him go.
A man with steel,
A man with tin,
And fearless, with no next of kin.
What good he'd been,
What things he'd done,
Such honor for the town he'd won.
Now all was well
And he was gone,
A westward race against the dawn.
He would be missed,
But each one knew
The things undone he had to do.
So on he rode,
Into the night,
To find that dog and set things right...
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