Y'all don't mind me. Ya see, I started werkin' in the yard yesterdee 'n it ain't my favorite thing ta do. So, I stay out in the heat a l'il while then come in ta cool down. Gettin' too old fer this stuff 'n got a real bad attitude towards it.
Had ta shoot a stage awhile back. Don't remember the round count. Ya wus in yer cabin 'n the outlaws wuz comin' ta steal yer hoss. They weren't gonna leave no witnesses. The prop wuz a winder. There wuz one target downrange, that wuz the hoss. The deal wuz you were in the dark 'n ya wuz gonna spray 'n pray thru the winder hopin' ta hit the bad guys. Hittin' the hoss, once or fifty times, was a P.
Ennyways, I wuz runnin' the posse. I ain't 'sackly right 'n I hang 'round with most the folks whut was on that posse. They ain't 'sackly right neither. Well sir 'n Ma'ams. A few of us figgered if we shot the freakin' hoss, the outlaws wouldn't have nuttin' ta steal 'n they'd go away. Weren't much of a hoss ta start with. So, we took the P 'n blasted the hell outtah that damned target.
We were in the middle of the stage 'n I look up ta see the Posse Marshal from the other posse. He says, 'Arcey, kin I talk ta ya a minute?'
'Why sher, Doc. Whut's up?'
'Yanno', he sez, 'the way we read that stage, we didn't think we were supposed ta shoot that target.'
Ta this day I get outtah breath laffin' when that comes ta mind.