What in tamation did you just blather about me, you little varmint'? I'll have you learned I graduated top of my shootin sentry dunn Gettysburg, and I,e been involved in numerous secret raids on Injuns, and I have over 30 kills I am trained in lasso, and I'm the meanest sunovabitch this side of the Mississippi. You are nothing to me but just another cowpoke. I will kill you with a lick and a promise, the likes of which has never been seen before this far West, you bet your boots. You think you can get away with saying that horseshit to me over the data railroad? Think again, whipper snapper As we speak I am informin every gunslinger in the Old West and your chuck wagon is being followed right now so you better prepare for a stampede, horsehand The stampede that wipes out the gunshy little thing you call your Ile. You're a laughingstock, pokey I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can lasso you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in roundups, but I have access to the biggest arsenal of six-guns you ever done seen and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your holshot buckboard out of dodge, you burr in my saddle. If only you could have known what unholy retnbution feeling your oats was about to bnng down upon you, maybe you would have cut me some slack But you could., you didn't, and now you done sat on your spurs, you confound fieldhand I'm callin the shots and you will drown for changin horses midstream. You're on a horse without reins, pokey
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