what you're not getting. is that he told a good story. and all us kids listened. about his life on the border and the way it was then and we all believed him and when he would finish wed ask the old cowboy to tell them again. you could almost hear those prairie winds blowing his saddle acreakin beneath his old faded jeans and you could taste the dry dust from the trail he was ridin as he sat there and he painted those west texas scenes... and the grownups would tell us "you boys keep your distance, that old mans just telling you lies" but to all us kids cowboy bill was a hero. just as true as his blue texas skies... he told of a time when he rode with the rangers down on the pecos and he saved the day. outnumbered by plenty they were almost to cover with thirty banditos headed their way and he looked back just in time to see a horse stumble the captain went down and bill pulled up on his reigns and through a flurry of bullets he rescued the captain and they rode for a sunset.. just the story remains. and the grownups would tell us "you boys keep your distance that old mans just telling you lies" but to all us kids cowboy bill was a hero. just as true as his blue texas skies. well i still remember the day that it happened. we waited and we waited but bill never showed and the folks at the feed store said they hadnt seen him so we set out for his place down on old grist mill road... and we cries when we found him! lying there with his memories the old trunk wide open things scattered about. and he was clutching a badge. that said texas ranger. and in old yeller letters. said texas is proud. and those grownups that told us "you boys keep your distance that old mans just telling you lies" now theyre all saying that cowboy bill was a hero. just as true. as his blue texas skies. just as true. as his blue texas skies. just as true. as his blue. texas. skies.
