Showdown

Got any guts? Or just chicken guts? Don't beat the devil around the stump. Pony up or skedaddle! Don't be so sure of yourself niether. Some of them shooters are fine as cream gravy. They'll make you sweat by golly, hotter than a whorehouse on nickel night. If you should survive this whole ordeal, we'll ride to the saloon and get roostered up. And I'll just as directly say I'm proud to know ye. Until then partner... *shoot em up*