The Best Rootin' Tootin' Shootin' Gunslinger In The Whole Damned Galaxy (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
A world that lived up to its name: Tombstone. A world that deserved no acclaim: Tombstone. A world for the halt and the lame: Tombstone. A world even God would disclaim: Tombstone. A world that events overcame: Tombstone. A world where the Fates fanned a flame: Tombstone. A world that would soon live in fame—Tombstone! —from “The Ballad of Billybuck Dancer" You know, it really does look like something right out of a John Wayne movie,” remarked Flint as he and Tojo walked down the dusty frontier street. “I wonder how the hell they made the sagebrush." “The Dancer must have given them a very thorough description,” agreed the little hunchback. “Look! They even have a watering trough for the horses." “You don’t suppose that little red bastard blew a couple of million credits on a robot horse, do you?” Flint said suddenly. “I haven’t seen one,” said Tojo. They walked a bit farther, past the general store and the editorial offices of the Tombstone Epitaph and the Tombstone Nugget, and stopped again in front of the jail.
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