Well hey there traveler, come on over to the fire and get yourself a cup of nice and strong

and a heaping spoonful of western lore.

I was just about to spin a yarn as you came along but I can put that yarn down and give

you a little bit of a history lesson.

You ever hear about the two wildest, most riddle and horse kissinist outlaws the west is ever

birthed, we'll slip back your hair, adjust your nuts and grab a log.

Because it's time you drinkin the story about the puzzle dusters.

Yeah, the puzzle dusters, two best friends who tame this territory nigh on seven years

ago by solving every last gab flap and riddle and puzzle the folks around here had to offer.

It's a tale I like to call...

Yeah, a saddle saddle.

The doctor was the mother and he stood on a block ice.

Both the them are goldfish and it's the cabin of an airplane.

But she stabbed him with an icicle and the horse's name was Friday.

Now back when the canyon screamed out nightly in the goaches ran with blood you couldn't

walk down the street without getting shot of riddle.

Some fun and easy, others tough as a buffalo's hide.

Most folks ran off at the thought of trying to ever make sense of this town, everyone

else was driven crazy by the riddles, whatever the case it was pure chaos.

That is until two strangers made their way into town.

Okay, Aaron, JPC, we see a train chugging along its tracks, it's a beautiful specimen

of a train, it's got a fresh coat of black paint with red accents.

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