On Snicka's Trail

(Myna)

Out to the stable,

Where Lace is found;

I screw down my saddle,

And leave with a bound.

(3 Gun)

Myna's heart is hurtin',

But this is no time for revenge.

Blind fury won't bring in Snicka,

It's time to sing again.

(Myna)

Snicka's trail is fresh,

He'll be waiting for me.

Out past Boot Hill...

Is that the Sheriff I see?

(3 Gun)

Up from behind,

Deputy Order appears;

A face full of determination,

No time for tears.

(Myna)

I pull Lace up short,

The Sheriff, to Horse, does the same.

Both going after Snicka,

Seems we both have a claim.

(3 Gun)

"Dang it Deputy Order!

You're out of order!

When I give the Orders an order,

You just don't cross that border."

(Horse and Lace roll their eyes)

(Myna)

"30 Seconds as Mrs. Order,

And now my life is in disorder!

Here you are barkin' another order,

And Snicka is headed to the border!"

(Lace and Horse let out a snort)

(3 Gun)

"Lorne needs his wife,

He's fightin' for his life!

And don't need more strife,

So skedaddle..."

(Horse and Lace heave sighs)

(Myna)

"It's you who should turn around,

No need for me to expound!

No need to make another sound,

Just head back to town!"

(Lace and Horse dance and wort)

(3 Gun)

Women and the law stick in my craw!

So damn persnickety,

Leave my head hummin'...

Hang on a sec, who's that comin?

(Horse tries to stop worting but can't)

(Myna)

This is my fight to fight!

The Sheriff won't win this fight!

So no need to continue to fight!

Wait, who's that coming into sight?

(Lace batts her eyes at Horse)