Ya know, just yesterday I went out to Dave's place and picked up my revolver. He'd been working on it, tuning it up you might say. What with the gunfights here every High Noon I might need it. For example, just the other day Poop-eyed Pete walked out of the PV and shot it out with Too Tall right there in the street. Bystanders ducked inside buildings or put up their umbrellas to protect themselves from the spray. The water turned the dust of the street into mud and eventually you could only tell where the two were because their hats were still afloat, so to speak. Fortunately the lava flow from the Yellowstone Caldera underlies the town so the street dried out pretty quick from the bottom up and there they stood, rising from the street like statues on an elevator. Mud dried on 'em so quick they had to be chipped out by jackhammers and the judicious use of dynamite.