you left me like the north wind, my head spinning; knowing not what to think or say, I felt abandoned, in dismay; I spoke to none, to this day, for what could any do or say! I do speak to the winds especially the north, asking him if he saw you or have seen you any of these days; my heart broke into a million pieces which can never be put together, for he told me that you married the farmer’s eldest son; the captain in the army, and have raised your brood of children all of them looking exactly like you! How would or could I be anywhere for I was, am still the poor cowboy out in the fields all day: a little hay to lay down my arms for a pillow I do sometimes cry myself to sleep; thinking I shall never see you again...