Prologue - As seen in the episode TNOT Colonel's Ghost
A dead town called Gibsonville, haunted by a ghost with deadly habits. Arte had entered the town after not hearing from his partner for far too long, disguised as an Englishman, looking to hunt his first buffalo. When they finally managed a moment alone together the two men walked the streets updating one another.
As they approached a large bronze statue in the square, Arte pointed his peculiarly shaped cane at the statue. "Ah...that I take it is the hunk of bronze for which the President is willing to risk his life."
"That's the late Colonel Gibson," Jim responded, emphasizing the word 'late' for some reason. "Rumor has it that it's his ghost that's seeking vengeance on this town."
Arte's face hadn't changed, and Jim stared right back until Arte said, "A ghost who breaks necks, ah, come on Jim."
Having seen the broken necks himself Jim let his jaw hang slack prepared to defend the theory as Arte walked away from him and onto the boardwalk.
Except there was no defense, beyond his having witnessed it all. "I wish I had a better answer," Jim said, "One thing is for sure, the secret lies somewhere in that old hotel built by Josiah Gibson. Wish I knew where the music came from." He added, almost as an afterthought.
"Music? What mu- oh you mean that organ that I heard when I first came in?" Arte asked, recalling the ominous tones that had played, as a sort of introduction to the town.
"Yeah and.." Jim's tone was thoughtful, as if he were connecting dots somewhere in his head. Both men stopped as they stepped down from the board walk. "Whenever there's a broken neck there's always...there's always music."
A thought struck Arte and he gave a small laugh, clasping his hands in front of him. "You know I once played the organ on a showboat. You know what made me give it up?"
"No, what?"
"People kept offering to break my neck."