Us uns in Idyho allas go armed. Them li'l leddies are tiny, but we kin take 'em out with jist oooooooooonnnnnne shot. A .454 Casull works good, but sometimes the feller 'bout a mile down the road raises a ruckus 'bout boollits a-flyin' through his walls. Then the sheriff comes and splains to him 'bout Idyho.