Something's Fishy

Brody took off for the nearest hotel 

Myna headed for the places to eat 

3Gun sighed and thought, 'Oh well.' 

Guess he had a sheriff to meet

The lanky man stretched out on the chair 

Looked like a typical lawman 

He had that relaxed but suspicious air 

The way the eyes gave the street a scan 

3Gun climbed up on the walk 

Rested on the rail and lit a cigar 

'You the sheriff? I'd like to talk.''

First, you can tell me who you are.'

'Sure. I'm the sheriff of BG.' 

The man sat up straight. 'You're 3Gun?' 

'Yup, heard of me I see.' 

'Yeah, I heard. And I ain't the only one.' 

'Now I'd like to hear who you are, friend.' 

'Curt Wise, sheriff of Carson City.' 

'Okay, sheriff, you got an ear I can bend?' 

'I can listen.' His voice a bit snitty

'Lookin' for two women that were runnin' away. 

Maybe come through on foot or on the stage. 

Might still be together, I really can't say.' 

3Gun studied the sheriff, trying to gauge 

'These women got names? You know who they are?' 

'Names wouldn't help. Neither would use them. 

But they might not have money, so they wouldn't get far.' 

'Sorry, can't help you.' Wise sat back again

'Well, my deputies and I will poke around some.' 

'You got deputies here!' Wise looked all around 

'Yep, well be a while before we go home . . . 

Unless of course, they happen to be found.'

3Gun tipped his hat and strolled down the walk 

Wise got up from his chair and went inside 

He had to find his men, they needed to talk 

3Gun smiled to himself. 

Wise had something to hide.