CATTLE KATE

Out here on the prairie lone
A cowboy rides the darkened range
The cattle lo, a coyote howls
Moonlight falls upon a visage strange.

Hung for rustlin', maiden fair
Her ghostly realm, nearby her grave
For innocence was hers that day
She kept the field they wanted of hay.

Moneyed men, took law in their hands
Took her her new moccasins on that day
Handed on to their own generations
Laughing about a'having their way.

High plains' shame, the story goes
Just a woman on the prairie lone
Cattle Kate, her land, and stock
Thought she had the right to own.

Out here on the prairie lone
A cowboy rides the darkened range
The cattle lo, a coyote howls
Moonlight falls upon a visage strange.

Based on a book which was written and published about five years ago which tells the real story behind the hanging of Cattle Kate, the non-Hollywood version! My daughter knew a boy in school whose family had her mocassins, his granddad was one of the "moneyed men"; she had just traded for them that day.

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Cattle Kate: Mystery of a Lynching