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Yellow shirt now stands

guarding bold the boundaries of hell

Fiery winds blow from depths of the south

two Colt 45 in hand

Under a Stetson hat,

watchful eyes are peering at the dawn

Ride the wild steed, Dynamite its name

two that stand as one

Brave man that no one can overcome

Tireless sentinel

Justice walks these lands

And then it takes just the time of a breath

before the guns intonate a song of death

In a blink of an eye every duel ends

A bearer of hope in a lawless far west

Chief of Navajo tribe,

called by them as "eagle of the night"

A dark shadow has settled on your love

A fierce vengeance to consume

Army of four parts

Tiger Jack your brother of blood

Carson the old friend who never let you down

your son Kit, the little hawk

Brave men that no one can overcome

Fearless sentinels

Justice walks this lands