Howdy, mah name’s slim…though most calls me shorty. Life here in these parts is tough, makes men outta boys…if they survive that is. Ya larn quick to wipe yore grin offen yer mug and take things serious like.
This here’s ma pony, ‘ol paint. We hit the trail before sunup and rarely stop fer nothin’ ‘cept grub. When a purty woman rustles up the chuck you’d best be shore and eat – never knowed where the next meal will find you.
A feller’s hat is his pride. Ya wear it right and there ain’t no one that’ll stand up to ya. The bigger the better.
Wahl….I heer ma maw callin’ fer me, so I’d best mosey along. So long pardner.
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