Sought a cooler place to chat,
But they didn't know they'd left me with a bullet in my thigh!
But the redskins understood—
Bet your life they always would!—
And they came a-lopin' downward for this short-hair scalp of mine,
While I wondered how I'd be
"Soldier a la fricassee,"
For I didn't know my Texan hadn't bolted with the line,
Till I heard a crunchin' sound,
And when I looked around,