LINCOLN GREENBACK HITCHED UP HIS HORSE, SHOOK OFF THE TRAIL DUST, AND RAMBLED INTO THE OUTPOST. DROPPING A BAG OF SILVER AND HALF A JUG OF ROTGUT ON THE HEAVY WOOD TABLE WHERE I SAT, HE GROWLED: "HOW 'BOUT A VIDEO FER THIS NEW SONG I CUT AT TOMBSTONE STUDIOS?". BEFORE I SAID "LISTEN HOSS, I AIN'T NEVER BEEN TO THAT RODEO", HE LEFT THROUGH THE SWINGIN' DOORS, SPURS A'JANGLIN'. WHILE THE TUMBLEWEEDS ROLLED IN THE HOT WIND, HE MOUNTED HIS HORSE AND SHOUTED: "YA DON'T HIT A VARMIT TILL YA TAKE A SHOT" AND RODE OFF INTO THE BURNING SUNSET. SO I TOOK A SHOT. NOW KICK BACK WITH A SWIG OF WHISKY AND TAKE A LOOK:
