El Malevo

I didn't lock the door of my ranch
Not even when sleeping
Why..?
If outside
No matter how bad the weather was
I would lock it with fangs
The courage of my dog
Cimarron, half striped
I found him lost in the mountains
Gasping from being worm-infested
Bad as a mangy stone
I had to bring him tied up
To heal his sores
And there he stayed, attached
Companion of slow hours
Trotting under the stirrup
Not calculating the leagues
And where he loosened the cinch
He would lay down to guard my belongings
But... very delicate
Don't even touch him
He would get a lost look in his eye
And his hair would stand on end
With his nickname well earned