Sam rode into town as the sun was comin’ up over the valley. Thar didn’t seem to be no room at the hitchin’ post for his horse, so he left ‘em in the middle of the road. He downed his scotch at the local saloon before moseying across the street to his lecture. Can’t do an 8 am on an empty stomach. He stumbled into the lecture hall and made his way to his seat in the back. “What’s he talkin’ bout?” he asked the kid next to him. “No idea.” the kid replied. At high-noon Sam made his way to the center of town. “John, you yellow-bellied snake! Come on out of thar and fight like a man!” Their spurs clinked as they paced off, turned, and fired their pistols. Sam blew away the smoke as another desperado ate the dust.
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