Conestoga Convenience Store

3Gun left Lean in the corner, reading her letter

And went back to the jail for a spell

Hunter was gone, perhaps for the better

And Alister was asleep n his cell

3Gun's life was getting confused

He seemed to have no place to go

The gambling and drinking already abused

Not even a good gunfight to show

The drugs crossed his mind with contempt

They wouldn't have made any more

Not with their means of shipment preempt

So they're likely no threat on that score

The sudden sound made him sit up

He'd heard the clang of that bell once before

It sounded again, this time closeup

He got up from his chair and went to the door

. . . and smiled when he saw the driver

Of the old Conestoga, convenience store

The crusty old visage of Tiddley Wink

As he rang the wagon's bell

Suggested he needed a drink

Okay, 3Gun would have one as well