Hero Of The West
Author: Don Fraser


He came on his great black horse dynamite, with his to six shooters blazing. He was going to run those rustlers off that were stealing cattle from all of the ranchers in the territory. No one knew who he was, but in the last few months that he was known to be in existence there had been fewer cases of rustling. It was like the rustlers were fearful of him. If they started to cut down fences, he and his back stallion would run them off. He had not shot any of the rustlers but they knew that day would come. When they lit a fire to heat their branding iron he would see the smoke and he and his great black horse would break up their camp and put them on the run.

Oh yes, this rider was a hero to the ranchers, but they had no idea who he was. They wanted to reward him but they didn't know how they could. Then one day, ole Jim of the Lazy F ranch had an idea. We will pretend like we are the rustlers and capture him when he comes to save our cattle. The ranchers had a meeting that night at the Lazy F ranch. Ole Jim told the ranchers his idea and the ranchers approved of it.

Early the next morning they went out on the range. They pretended they were rustling the Lazy F's cattle. Then over the hill came our hero again riding the magnificent black, and again he had his guns blazing. But the ranchers were ready for him. They encircled him and made him stop his horse. As they approached him with guns drawn, one of the ranchers yelled to the others, "look it's young Billy from the livery stables."

As they rode back to the Lazy F there were many questions asked by the ranchers you never shot anybody Billy why? There were blanks in my guns. Why did you start this foolishness? My Father was one of the rustlers and I wanted to stop him from stealing from my friends. One rancher asked, "will you sell me that stallion Billy?"

"No sir I raised him from a colt after his Mother died in the livery stable. "

When they reached the Lazy F ranch, they all went inside the ranch house and had a swig of whisky, except Billy, he had a glass of cows milk.


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