Howdy do, buckaroo! Time to dust off yer shootin' iron cos it's a fine day for wranglin' some witnesses. We got three cowboys and a cowgirl so fast they can shoot the wings off a fly and leave you hungrier than a coyote in winter. We also got the the baddest gun in the state ridin' up in the mornin' to lead us into some fine yee-haw. Then we rustle up some grub, burn daylight and hit the trail. I'll see yer in the dust, partner. Don't let the tumbleweeds hit yer on the way out.
