It Ain't Desert Salad I'm Smellin' 

3Gun sat with his drink on his knee

Tilted back on his chair so no one could see

A lot of facts to consider about things he found out

Separate what he knew from what still was in doubt

Lorne is to speak to the council on William's behalf

3Gun had sent an enquiring telegraph

The report from Carson City's Sheriff, Curt Wise

Was a bit too perfect and smelled of white lies

To assuage his concern he also wired the mayor

Benefit of the doubt seemed only fair

Same glowing report from Mayor Hiram Whitehead

So 3Gun told Lorne what his sources had said

He sipped from his glass and cast his mind back

Mrs. Heckler had said William gave her some flack

Said he talked to some fella named Ewell

Told him to take a room at the Casino hotel

Manny Ger said a fella bought a lot of supplies

The amount he bought came as quite a surprise

There was also a third fella he told to stay

Only she didn't know what he had to say

He'd send one of the deputies out for a look

Something was up on that he'd make book

Meanwhile, he had to think of the big gala night

With all the people in town, he'd need security tight

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Next, his thoughts ran to Christmas and CG

She sure wouldn't expect this from me

The idea he had, came in a dream

Something from long ago it did seem

Even though she was busy Petra fashioned the gift

The finished piece gave his heart a lift

Now he would wait until the big gala night

Fighting impatience and holding it tight