Another rhyme; The Making of Jake McTavish

I don't know if I'm happy with this or not. I was unloading into a large tank the other day - actually on several days - and wrote a little something that outlines the plot of "The Making of Jake McTavish". It doesn't feel "finished" to me, but then my rhymes never do. I find it the same with the novels; I often have to tell myself to "quit fiddling with it. It's done!"
So what do you think of this rhyme? Is it finished?
By the way, the cover was designed by Tracy Wandling and I think she did a great job. In the novel there is reference to the Peace River and the rapids through Portage Canyon. You can find Tracy's work at http://www.tracywandling.com/
or take a look at her watercolors at https://www.facebook.com/tracywandlingwatercolor/

The Making of Jake McTavish

By D.M. McGowan

Jake McTavish was a traveled man

Had worked across Canada’s western land

Worked the Great Lakes as a young deck hand

Then on Winnipeg, a commercial fisherman

Squeezed out of that with winter coming on

He was a cattle drover before a month was gone

The job came with a cabin, heat food and light

But that winter proved a long, hard and daily fight.

He came out of the winter with more beeves than he went in

But the money that was promised didn’t come to him

He did however leave with livestock and tack

And one horse toting a good sized pack

Through out the plains that summer

And into the following year

Wolf packs grew in numbers

Cleaning carrion, but then sheep and steers

So Jake became a wolfer

Getting a bounty for the ears

And more for the hides

But nothing for the tears

When opportunity offered

He changed once again

And became a drover

For another cattleman

Now some things were rough

Maybe a blanket for a bed

But Jake found he loved it

Applied for his own homestead

The months seemed to slip by

As Jake was having fun

And before long he found

The woman who was THE ONE

They worked together, built the ranch

The garden, corrals and of course the herd

Life was a dream, each a perfect match

But would have liked a baby, boy or girl

Then after a long day, away cutting poles

Jake came home to find two lives had been destroyed

Anna raped and murdered his own life a black hole

Then the law’s accusation left him more than annoyed

Jake ran life, and took Anna’s dog

Into the Omineca, trapping and alone

Though Anna was gone the memories stayed

And gnawed at him like the dog with a bone

Then two renegades try to kill him

Take his life, furs and gear

To take the wealth of his work,

Live high and disappear.

Can Jake survive, does he want to?

Will this new attack make him mad?

Will he ever solve Anna’s murder?

Or will he find something really bad?

Well now you have an outline,

But it’s really no advantage

To see the story’s end

Read The Making of Jake McTavish