THE RANGER
If by some inexplicable fortune of chance
I should ford Jordan's stormy waters
I know the hand that will reach
To pull me onto that far shore
Will be Leo's,
For from the legion of fearless lawmen
St. Peter could call upon
To guard his Pearly Gates
He will call upon
"The Ranger"
Leo Hickman
Because Leo more possesses
A sense of honor
That entails unswerving duty
Than any other person
I have ever known.
I would often ask Leo:
"What if I crossed the line?
Would you come after me?"
He would nod, smile sadly and say:
"I'd hate to, Little Lawyer.
But if they hand me a warrant
With your name on it
I will serve it.
I do the State's business."
"The Ranger"
Did the State of Texas' business,
And he did it well
All his long career.
Leo Hickman
Was an honorable man,
Who loved his family with all his heart,
Stood by his friends and comrades without fail,
Served his country and this State,
And did his duty to the fullest.
Good-bye loving husband and father,
Farewell true and loyal comrade-in-arms,
So long my dear, dear old friend.
I shall truly miss you!
EARL GRIFFIN
LEO HICKMAN, TEXAS RANGER
A Texas Ranger through and through
With a tin star badge and a forty-five
Flesh and blood but with nerves of steel Placing himself courageously in the line of fire
Always on duty; a life full of giving
With a praying wife that helped keep him living
Stopping cattle rustlers dead in their tracks
And investigating crimes that all others turned back
A family man very much in love with his wife With a trust in Jesus that saved his life
'Cause many a time he stepped into harm's way
But never before praying for another day
And in the end just a cowboy at heart
Wearing his favorite old hat and those
worn-out boots
Taking in sunsets and counting
each blessing
And trading his old tin badge for a new
star of gold!
JOHN CAPPLEMAN
THE OLDEST TEXAS RANGER
IN
THE WORLD
There's Leo Hickman, turning grey,
with only one good eye,
a member of the most elite
beneath the Lone Star sky.
At sixty-five, the oldest Texas Ranger
in the land
but the pearly handle of his Colt
still feels a steady hand.
One riot, one Ranger
is the norm, I've been told.
He won't sell allegiance
for silver or gold.
Corruption of law men
Leo can't abide.
If ever I'm in trouble,
I want him by my side.
He doesn't need a week-old beard
to mark a macho style.
Brain power rather than pure brawn
is better by a mile.
He bucked the system when the question
of -his age was hurled,
and now he is the oldest Texas Ranger in
THE WORLD!
Soon now, he's hanging up his spurs
near birthday seventy-three,
the last one of this special breed
with Texas pedigree.
Integrity and common sense
have ruled his long career,
and he'll always be a legend,
A TEXAS PIONEER!
BEST WISHES, LEO!
GAIL TRENT