The Mischievous Spirits of Dry Gulch: A tale of playful spirits in a ghost town, creating laughter and chaos with their clever pranks.

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

In Dry Gulch town, where shadows flicker,

Ghostly whispers dance, their laughter quicker.

With pranks aplenty, they haunt the night,

Crafting chaos neath the pale moonlight.

Old saloon doors swing with unseen hands,

Barrels roll and tumble, oh the spirits plans.

A spectral horse, with a nickering laugh,

Tosses up dust while spooking the calf.

The townsfolk flee, but soon they find,

A heartwarming jest that’s truly kind.

For mischief brightens the mundane dance,

Turning their frowns to a merry prance.

So gather round the old campfires glow,

Let tales of the spirits in Dry Gulch flow.

With laughter echoing through canyons embrace,

Their playful spirits leave a joyous trace.