wild bill hickok

wild bill was born in illinois on dry and fertile land, pioneer of pistol ears and a dead shot with each hand, claim he was the quickest, there's few who'd ill-agree, if you were yet to saw this plainsman draw, still breathe like you and me, he led a stagecoach freight team in his early days of life, one evenin' on the western trail, bill took the air of night, and who should come upon him, but a bear whom he'd awoke, wild bill produced his bowie knife and fashioned a new coat, kansas prairies he knew well and wild missouri too, come 1861, bill donned the union blue, not unlike his daddy, he'd seen old man in bonds, every man in jimmy lane's brigade, of hickok they were fond, while a marshal in abilene many texans came to call, phil coe told john wes hardin, "wild bill has got to fall, "he's a cruel and brutish yankee, and if you don't then i will", wild bill put down phil coe, wes hardin's livin' still, he met his fate in deadwood inside tom nuttall's place, amidst a game of poker, holdin' aces and two eights, when up stepped from behind him the coward, jack mccall, the slug ripped through his auburn hair, poor wild bill never saw