This eight part is not the final chapter, but it will be "Wild Wild West Showdown in Sacramento" next to this one when all the good people face the coward vermin that loves to shot good people on their backs, also, when they no lookin'

“We was low on monies” Edvard Said, “but thanks
to PeeWee stealing from the Indian party them ponies
we cold sell them and don’t need no sweating work”
“How you did it?” asked Jersey Ed with curiosity
“How you could make them horses to follow you?”
“I just” said PeeWee, “ whispered in them ears”

“You think we can give a bad turn to the Canucks
lassoing them and to the Migra turn them in?”
PeeWee was talking to nobody just thinking loud,
“Nah!” said Edvard, “we have money let them be”
“But them rated us to those red jacket Monkies”
retorted PeeWee, “they deserve a bad turn I think!”

“Okay, we can ambushed the dumb can-adians,
but that wench Gun ‘n Roses Rideout is for me,”
said Ole Edvard, “a long time since riding a mare,
you boys twine them Canucks like a couple hogs
and for heaven sake cork the ‘bird-whisperer’ lips”

“Are we gonna go to San Fransisco?” Jersey asked
“What for? thinking on women drags?” said PeeWee,
“Well if we don’t want to be recognized, so…”
“I will tell Ma all about you are not what she thinks”
“Ole Edvards, that miserable brother of ours is ready
to rat on us, I hope you, the older, get him by his ears!”

“Say, what, instead of bread crumbs, empty bottles
of Coors will suffice, they follow that track all will,”
said ole Edvard, “ain’t a Canuck born yet be smarter
that and American already twisted from the womb,
we will get them and we will laffin’ourselves sick!”