Sheriff 3gun wished people would just let him be
In his hammock tied to the lemon tree
But justice was impatiently
Waiting to hear the whereabouts of his deputy
He's suppose to be helping free Lou
His time back well overdue
3 gun was worried too
Worried about Rue
Something wasn't right between those two
Anyways now far from his cosy jail
The sheriff riding in the desert
picking up Billy's strange trail
The boy seemed to be following his horse on foot
Brains must be kaput
Up ahead he will camp at Hutson rock
Billy have to pass there
on way back here
Sure enough the sheriff was right
Billy rode into his camp that night
With a little girl between his arms
'Names Jane found her out in the desert' Billy said
'Won't talk Half dead.'
"By herself?" The sheriff cried
"Yep just her" His deputy lied
All night
Even by morning light
To the sheriff
very little Billy would divulge
They rode uneasy home to Busted gulch.