It's a Saturday afternoon romance. Between a cowboy and a fool. A druken meet up. In a crude saloon. A poor Rocky Mountain town. He's a scoundrel. And she's no pearl. Together they are two lovers cruel. Got her balanced on his knee. He knows exactly what to say. "You ain't been born. 'till you get out of town. And honey. You might come with me". "If you do.... Spare the innocent ones. I'll take you with me. Together we will be drifters free". Got her tangled in his arms. She's a lusting trusting fool. "No man born can rule me. That I've swon. But stranger if you do. I'll belong to you". "If you do.... Would you spare the innocent ones. Would you take me with you?. Can you love the land. And love me too?". As he grows sober. Sees his love anew. In morning light so true. He gets on the move. On the move.