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Fatty, a drifter drifting from prairie to town...
The nearest settlement.
SALVATION ARMY GENERAL STORE DRYGOODS, GROCERIES, SUPPLIES
LAST CHANCE SALOON BILL BULLHORN PROP. NO MINERS ALLOWED. DON'T FORGET YOUR HORSE HE DRINKS TOO BEER 25cents, DANCE HALL, OPEN DAY AND NIGHT
Not for weak stomachs.
Saloon owner, Bill Bullhorn, His firewater cures all known ills.
BILL BULLHORN PRIVATE
"You would've lost anyway."
"My throat's so dry I could spit cotton."
Fooled by a mirage.
Water, at last.
"Look! Big fat Paleface!"
"Catch him. Plenty food for winter!"
Wild Bill Hiccup plans a raid on the saloon.
"Hands up!"
DON'T START ANYTHING YOU CAN'T FINISH
NO CREDIT
BARTENDER WANTED
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