Ah'm a-headin' fer a showdown taday. Gotta have it out with them dust-lickin', sheep-raisin', cattle rustlin' McBrides. They're dumber'n boiled gravel, but even so there's gonna be a showdown, iffen they can remember which end of their guns to point away from themselves. Last time the kid one, I think his name is Sham, tried to saddle a horse he kept puttin' the girth on top and kept screamin' how he kept fallin' off. 'Course, when he'd fall off his horse would take two steps forward and dump on the pile. He didn't like the name we give him, "The Horsepoopy Kid" (from his sayin', "How come this horse always poopys on me?"