*Inspired by Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian*

My friends, there is a story seldom told
Of the time when scalps were gold
During an evil winter season, twenty-four men
Went ridin’ outside of Chihuahua, They’d never be seen again
They were looking for the Comanche, Because his scalps were money
And I heard tell of this tale, you’d best listen well
Led by an Army captain, they headed towards the mountains
But in an expansive plain, the Comanche descended like rain
The men’s only warning was a thunderous sound
As the Comanche’s horses shook the ground
In a red flash like lightning, blood and guts spilled to the ground
The painted Comanche riders kept on and never turned around
 

…And the horses were screaming.

(C) Justin Isaac, 2009