Well, pardners, I'm a-headin' out tomorrer fer a showdown. Yep, I'll be walkin' along with mah equalizers on, 'ceptin' that one of 'em's busted and I gotta use a backup instead. Yep, gonna go out and bag me that yeller-bellied, white-livered, good-fer-nothin', dry gulchin', grayback covered, spitoon-divin' gang that's been pesterin' the girls up a Red Nelly's place and drinkin' up the Legion Hovel without payin'. Ah'll be packin' my six-shooters, don't you worry none about that, an' mah Winchester clone an' mah shotgun, too. Yessir, only I ain't gonna be wearin' no lavender shirt -- I got me a blue one! An' new brown pants ta wear with mah old braces an' mah vest. Gotta look good when ya gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Bran' new town ta do it in, too. Ain't got no bullet holes in it yet er nothin'.