He was different you see,

Different from you,

Different from me,

He was half Mexican,

And half Navajo,

He led his life,

Broken hearted and full of woe,

Often taunted,

But never daunted,

He was ever loyal,

To his friends,

And even with Dirty Steve,

He made amneds,

But even the strongest of men,

At just one bullet,

Will meet their end,

And so he waited,

For death to come,

To catch the Spirit Horse,

His life was done.