Much had happened over the preceeding years,
Dar Star had faced many trials, he had faced his own fears.
The hunt for his family's killers was over and done,
for him now, he had peace, a new life had begun.
Once again, on his faithfull horse 'Midnight', he lit out on the trail,
his life as a lawman he had left back in the jail.
For three days and nights he made his way home,
resolved that in future, he would no-longer roam.
It was late in the day when he reached the last crest,
at last he was home and now able to rest.
He unsaddled his horse, and in the corral, left him to run,
it had been many long months since 'Midnight' had fun.
Dark Star entered the cabin that had been his and his wife,
everything was just as it was, back in his passed life.
As he looked around, he could see her things there in their place,
and on the bed in the corner, he could see her dead face.
It was there the outlaws had rapped her, and there she had died,
as memories came back, Dark Star shook, and then cried.
At the old wooden table he sat down tired and worn,
it was no happy home-coming for this man so forlorn.
Sleep over-took him, and he there spent the night,
when he opened his eyes again, it was sunny and bright.
The next day, he collected her things, and clothes in which she had dressed,
gently folded them, and placed them in an old wooden chest.
Time and days passed as he toiled in his chores,
he opened all of the windows and both of the doors.
Then one day, about a quarter past noon,
two riders approached, giving him a feeling of gloom.
He went back into the cabin, took his rifle down from above the fire,
and wondered if the two riders, were gunmen for hire.
Outside on the porch, with rifle in hand,
he was ready, but not happy, to take another stand.
They rode up to the cabin and sat with hands on the saddle horn,
Dark Star could see the glint of the star's that he had once worn.
What did they want, why were they here on this hot cloudless day?
The older man spoke and he began to say....