Mr. Done and Mr. Dusted

Strop closed the shop at noon. 

 Note read closed be back soon 

 He hung it on the door 

 Something he never done before 

 But this was a matter of life or death 

So off he set.

Fast pace, great stride 

To the hotel he rushed inside 

 He pulled a startled Ronan to one side 

"There's something you must know 

Is there somewhere quiet we can go?" 

Ronan led his brother 

To the office down the hall.

What's all the fussin about?

Ronan asked straight out. 

Strop told his brother 

 He was sweeping the shop when 

These two strange gentlemen 

 Walked in 

Hardly speaking looking grim 

One wanting a trim 

"I've had cutthroats to judges in my shop" 

Told Strop 

"But nobody put me more at unease than these."

He continued in a serious tone. 

"One introduced himself, Mister John Done

The other Mister John Dusted.

 Their card to me they handed." 

 Have a look and see." 

"Mister Dusted got his hair done.

Didn't need one.

Easy to tell.

Talked only about the hotel.

About you and to use his words the 'Injuns' 

My teeth I grit.

Said they were buying it."

It's not for sale. 

"That's what I said.

They cut me dead.

We are buying, therefore, it's for sale.

They left heading towards the jail." 

O'Boyle smiled 

Jus two carpet baggers by the sounds of it. 

Boss'll see through their bulls**t. 

And I'll run them out of town just wait and see. 

"Don't know brother these two trouble me." 

 Go back to work Strop besides stopping trouble is what I'm good for.

Strop nodded meekly opened the door 

"Their confident self-righteous and ruthless

Not even you, brother, can stop Progress." 

He left that place as did the smile across O'Boyle's face.