There is a great Old Cowboy song from Utah titled, "Blue Mountain."  It is a wonderful folk song from a young Texas cowboy who has escaped the law and taken refuge working cows in Utah.  It was a pretty wild life, Mormon Girls notwithstanding.  There was a General Merchandise Store owned by a man named Mons.  The song is very descriptive of his life on the range and elsewhere.  It's a song I first heard on a record by the great Frank Hamilton and one of the verses goes something like this:

"I trade at Munz's (sic) Store,

And there's bullet holes in his door.

His calico treasure my pony can measure

When I'm drunk and I'm feelin' sore."