Foul stranger brings fresh danger. Rag doused in chloroform
Tracy is caught unaware, which goes against the norm.
Sawtooth says he has a plan and drives away from town
Lashes Tracy to a tree, this hitman of renown.
Sidekick says, “Just shoot the cop.” Fast death without a trick
Sawtooth has a special plan. His helper not so thick.
Tie those ropes. Secure the knots. Snow storm now on the rise
Icey wind is blowing hard, yet Catchem is so wise
To wily ways of criminals employed by vile bosses
Who order killing by those willing. Win or cut one’s losses.
Pat Patton calling Tracy! Response is eerie silence
Where can he be? A mystery. A target of harsh violence.
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