Stoney see OT put the paper in his pocket and ride outta the ranch like a man on a mission. "Wonder what he's up to."
Stoney sees the plug from trinity's mouth on the floor and since he know where that came from, decides to open a fresh jug.
Seein' the new PO and general store, Pete gets to thinking this ranch may need a jail and a sherrif. Not the kind of law provided by that sheep lovin' Marshal neither.
Thant's enough thinkng for now.
Stoney take another pull from the jug and concentrates on that warm feeling that is moving throughout his body. As he drifts off to sleep the name "Sherrif Stoney" crosses his lips. Then a song from nowhere runs through his muddled mind as sleep takes him.
Stoney's Roundup
Right here every day
Stoney's Roundup
come on, it's time to play
There's Slim, the yodeling cowboy
(yo-de-la, you-de-la, yo-de-la)
Bullseye, he's Stoney's horse
(grrr...he's a smart one)
Del the old prospector
and Stoney the man himself
of course
It's time for Stoney's Roundup
He's the very best
He's the rootinest tootinest cowboy
in the wild wild west
Stoney's Roundup
Come on, gather round
Stoney's Roundup
Where nobody wears a frown
Bad guys go running
Whenever he's in town
He's the rootinest, tootinest, shootinest, hootinest cowboy around
Stoney's Roundup