Song of Pierre — John D. Nesbitt

Cactus Pete hired me to do a job -- a secret sort of job for good eatin' and two bits a day, he promised. It didn't sound too bad, at first.

Then he brought out this black, smelly beast he called a burro. Pierre and I took an instant dislike to each other, but we came to an uneasy understanding.

Later on, out in the desert when strange things began to happen, I'd be glad I had made the acquaintance of smelly old Pierre.