Charge of the Bar T Brigade by Andy Thomas
We were having one last drink when Nigel stood and began to recite a poem, “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by a man named Tennyson. That poem, it’s a good one, and is full of thundering horses and flashing sabers and brave soldiers. The way Nigel told it, it was like we were there, charging into the valley of death. It was quite a moment when he finished, and the whole saloon gave him a cheer. That was when Press jumped up and hollered, “Nobody rides like Bar T boys,” and off we raced to the livery.
And that is how we came to be banned from Cheyenne.