The swing doors of the Wild West…

The swing doors of the Wild West saloon crashed open and in came Little Pete, black with fury. " All right! " he raged, " all right! Who did it? What goldarned varmint painted my horse blue? " The huge figure of Black Jake, notorious gunfighter and town baddie rose from a chair by the door. " It was me, shrimp, " he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists, " what about it? " " Oh, well, er, " stammered little Pete wretchedly, " all I wanted to say was… when are you going to give it another coat? "

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