"You sure you wanna' do this Tex?" said the man in the black hat.
"Unless you wanna' be gettin' up outta' here, then it looks like this is what we've gotta' do, parter," replied Tex calmly, chewing on his toothpick.
"It's just gonna' be a shame to see a perfectly fine deputy sheriff disgraced in fronta' his kin-folk. But this ain't my first rodeo, so let's get to it."
Both men eyed their holstered guns, keeping their hands at the ready position. Tex spit out his toothpick. In unison both men chanted..."Three....two....one....GO!"
And in an instant, they began what would become the most infamous game of checkers until 1905 when Sir Robert Ormondshire took on Galvexitromnicon, the Sentient Typewriter.
"Unless you wanna' be gettin' up outta' here, then it looks like this is what we've gotta' do, parter," replied Tex calmly, chewing on his toothpick.
"It's just gonna' be a shame to see a perfectly fine deputy sheriff disgraced in fronta' his kin-folk. But this ain't my first rodeo, so let's get to it."
Both men eyed their holstered guns, keeping their hands at the ready position. Tex spit out his toothpick. In unison both men chanted..."Three....two....one....GO!"
And in an instant, they began what would become the most infamous game of checkers until 1905 when Sir Robert Ormondshire took on Galvexitromnicon, the Sentient Typewriter.
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