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As morning glowed pale light over the town of Soup Creek,
Jenna woke with a start when she heard a floorboard squeak.
She raised her gun and took aim at a shadow near the door,
"Hold it right there, Mister, unless you're lookin' to start a war."

A familiar voice calmed her as Sheriff Koplin tipped his hat.
Jenna lowered her gun and moved with the stealth of a cat.
The sheriff brought coffee, knowing she'd been up all night
watching in case those newcomers were spoilin' for a fight.

She'd purchased the saloon and didn't want trouble in it,
but if it brewed, she knew she'd have back up in a minute.
Sheriff Koplin was always around, just like David the Ranger,
protectin' Soup Creek from the guiles of any conniving stranger.

Sheriff said the men told him they weren't lookin' for trouble,
but one looked real shady as he scratched his beard and stubble.
Said they were searchin' for an old friend in these here parts,
a gamblin' man who long ago was called 'The King of Hearts.'

Jenna gasped in disbelief and hoped they didn't mean Milt,
for he was a decent man and part of Soup Creek he had built.
They wanted to talk with him before all hell broke loose in town.
No ornery hooligans, up to no good, would take Milton down!

At a table, Milt was playing with a winning hand, aces over jacks.
He sat facing the door to watch for thieves and sudden attacks.
Jenna and Mark nodded towards the direction of the kitchen.
Just then, the strangers rode up. Their horses they were hitchin.

Milt saw them comin' and realized they were lookin for him.
It was Dead Eye Fred, lookin ghoulish, his stance was very grim.
Old Corny the con artist, was the most arrogant one of the bunch,
and Little Willie Turner, who never learned how to throw a punch.

Jenna's friends, Jan and Tania, ran out the back to get Deputy Tor
and round up a few more men to give those hombres 'what for.'
Milt was tellin' Mark and Jenna all about his misguided past.
He'd served time for robbery. Since then, he'd become steadfast.

Milt said they'd asked him to help them rob all the local banks,
but he'd said 'NO!' It was time to stop those dishonorable cranks.
A plan was drawn up to rid Soup Creek of the undesirable thugs 
and Bartender Jeff, said he'd mickey their whiskey with drugs.

Darlene, Connie, Paula and Belle wired Mayor Tom of the plot.
Deb, Kim and Constance would help Edward and Jim tie up the lot.
GW, the Johns, (W & G) were to cart them far off to Deadwood.
With the goons gone, Soup Creek would be a quiet neighborhood.

When Mayor Tom returns, he'll find everything is in good shape,
but the general store is out of rope and needs more duct tape.
Everyone goes about their business without fear of gettin' shot
and sippin' sarsaparilla at Jenna's cuz it's been so gosh darn hot!

Drinks are on the house since everyone drove those varmints away,
so, in the Creek the sky is blue and it's gonna be another great day.
I heard changes are comin' that'll make things around here better.
The stage had mail for Mayor Tom. Hmmm, a mysterious letter.

I hope we hear what that's all about in a meeting at the town hall
It's been mentioned we need a lawyer in case of another brawl
and Soup Creek is sued by some dastardly polecat out for money.
You know anyone up for the job? Male or female, serious or funny?
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