Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o, Ghost riders in the sky. 2. Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky. For as he saw the...
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