Over the dusty cow town, silence hangs heavy as doom. The womenfolk, both spangled and respectable, huddle helplessly on stairways and behind shuttered windows. Tense and motionless at the long bar stands a frieze of deputies and desperadoes. Even the bearded comic for once is solemn and wary. For this is the moment when virtue lean, clean, manly, and quick on the draw must face evil in single combat, to triumph or bite the dust.
In the 1,001 variations of this scene that flash yearly across the nation's television and movie screens,...
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