outlaw journals

in the beginning the creator in the first seven days of creation,worked alone,except with the owl and the couger by his side ,protecting him in the six nights of darkness.and onthe seventh,rested by his side.

        as a thousand years have come and gone,the lonliness of an outlaw warrior

has never ceasd,as the ancestors of the ones gone on befor us,cry to the warrior,ride into the wind outlaw,oneday the sparrow will be by your side.as a thousand years have passed ,your love has not. they say unto me ,the outlaw.who on a painted pony has rode into battle, with gun and pistol by his side he rode. not for glory,for the maiden called mother earth,the bride of father sun. for the children of the world to cry for life,as a dark evil woul fall upon the earth.i outlaw warrior rides.

          the voice of the ancient ones cry,ride outlaw ride,with your heart fight in honor. save the little ones. ride outlaw ride!