Thursday, February 18, 2010

Ed Houston


The cowpoke has been in the saddle for a long time
Bi-passing a lot of towns, staying in the hills living off the land
But he had grown weary of coyotes, and sidewinders for mediation
Maybe this town would be different he earned the right, he shed his blood

The drifter pushed open the saloon doors
Just one drink to cut the dust out of his throat
One drink and he'd head back to the hills
He earned at least one drink

He saddled on up to the bar
The hall had grown quiet before he made it half way
One shot of your best whiskey, and a glass of cold beer he said to the bar keep
As he flipped a gold coin on the bar

The bar keep eyed the drifter, the way his gun hung low on his hip
The coat on his back, the way he carried his rifle, the look in his eye
The barkeep looked at the man for a minute, and then the gold coin on the counter
Then he said, " One shot of the best whiskey and a cold beer coming right up."

The barkeep placed the drinks in front of the man
The drifter picked up the shot glass of whiskey, but before he could raise it to his lips
A voice from behind him said we don't serve your kind in here
You best leave those drinks on the bar and get the Hell out of here before you find yourself on a tree

The man turned around to see who was telling him he didn't have a right, but he knew what he looked like before he even turned around-He had been seeing them all his life, and they all looked the same-He looked the man in the eye as he threw back the buffalo coat covering his Colt 45.-He thought about the last Indian he had killed with his knife as they fought in hand-to hand combat, " Why do you fight for the `Blue Eyes when you know they hate you more than me?"

The drifter thought about that as he threw back the hot whiskey down his throat-never taking his eyes off the man or the room, as he grabbed his beer and finished it in two huge gulps. He told the Indian as he lay dying as he pulled out his knife, I fight because I'm an American-As he walked passed the man who told him he couldn't be served he said to him, I can drink here because I'm an American, I've fought for my country, I've killed for my country, and if you're ready to die for your country, you try to put me on a tree, because I've earned the right to walk through the front door.


  1. Keep telling that history:

    Read the novel, Rescue at Pine Ridge, "RaPR", a great story of black military history...the first generation of Buffalo Soldiers.

    How do you keep a people down? ‘Never' let them 'know' their history.

    The 7th Cavalry got their butts in a sling again after the Little Big Horn Massacre, fourteen years later, the day after the Wounded Knee Massacre. If it wasn't for the 9th Cavalry Buffalo Soldiers, there would of been a second massacre of the 7th Cavalry.

    Read the novel, “Rescue at Pine Ridge”, 5 stars Amazon, Barnes & Noble and the youtube trailer commercial...and visit the website

    I hope you’ll enjoy the novel. I wrote it from my mini-series movie of the same title, “RaPR” to keep my story alive. Hollywood has had a lot of strikes and doesn't like telling our stories...its been “his-story” of history all along…until now. The movie so far has attached, Bill Duke directing, Hill Harper, Glynn Turman and a host of other major actors in which we are in talks with…see at;

    When you get a chance, also please visit our Alpha Wolf Production website at; and see our other productions, like Stagecoach Mary, the first Black Woman to deliver mail for Wells Fargo in Montana, in the 1890's, “spread the word”.


  2. An excellent, chilling, and somewhat sad account of the attitude from those who depended on and served with the Buffalo Soldiers. Knowing, only from classes I took (not from actual experience), about African-American history, about how they were treated after serving and dying for their country, this is such an accurate representation of attitudes toward those who helped build and fight for this country. Thank you also for references to learn more about the Buffalo Soldiers.

  3. from Phil Turner:

    This poem needs some work. There's a lot of dialogue that lacks flow and sharpness. The idea is excellent. I heard somebody say once that the familiar should be avoided in poetry. That was the day I lost respect for that person, since it is the familiar that makes up our every day and genius understands how to make the age-old seem fresh and new born. That is the poet's work.