Then the old timer pulled him close and said, You've come a long way, I know. You've got a longer drive ahead, Through the bones of the buffalo, Through the claims of the western dead, and–– Just like the spokes of a wheel, You'll spin 'round with the rest. You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel. You'll hear the call of the west...
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