I left Opelousas on a big Appaloosa, though I knew he'd been hurt at the time.
A bullet had hit him as I fought a Cajun, cause I caught him beating my time.
We left before breakfast and headed for Texas in the wind and the rain and the mud.
On a horse proud and faithful, oh how I was grateful for a friend like the big Appy Stubb.
Wet, cold, and dreary, the big horse was weary, but he did my every command.
I tried finding shelter till he could get better, but I couldn't find one helping hand.
His pace grew much slower as though he were older, and the rain caused the rivers to flood.
But he didn't give up, oh how he loved.
He lived up to the name of the big Appy Stubb.
Although he was dying, he kept right on trying till finally death made its claim.
Nothing was harder than to put up the marker that forever would carry his name.
I never forgot him or the devil that shot him.
I vowed he would pay with his blood for killing my best friend.
And that's how it should end, revenge for the big Appy Stubb.
I searched till I found him, his friends all around him.
And when he saw me, he turned pale.
His guilty reaction gave me satisfaction.
I shot him and laughed as he fell.
For years I was sentenced, but showed no repentance for a death to a cross made of wood.
For there inscribed plainly was a name I insanely made amends for the big Appy Stubb.
I
struggled, Icheron Death.

shot and killed.
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