Light footed adventurer who is going to take this villain down with the ultimate power - the power of dance.
Yea, there's a hoot and a hollar planned tonight and I'm startin' early. Pour me some of that Whiskey kid, I need strong stuff 'cause I got a thing wrong with me about music. Lemmy tell you about the man in that photograph right there next to the Chimney, and listen up good 'cause I ain't gonna repeat myself. At the time that photograph was taken, Ol' Sheriff Thomas Reynolds is 48 years young, blind in his left eye, deaf in his right ear, missing two fingers on his left hand (pinkie and ring), and the best goddamn gun in our little bounty-hunting posse. We was headed out of Tombstone, north along an Apache raidin' trail, there was five of us and to be quite honest none of the book learnin' I'd done about sewing gashes and bandaging wounds back east could have prepared me for the kind of madness I was about to witness just a few days ahead of Good Friday. March n' April was cold that year, it snowed on Easter and sometimes I think that was just God fuckin' with us all after we'd danced with the devil. You might need to pour me another drink, or three, I'll need 'em once I'm done tellin' you about that man who put down the infamous bandit Red Buckeye with a single shot.
