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Old Auggie Bill and Crazy Pete were chased clean out of the town for starting fistacuffs with the lawdogs who were corrupted. The pistol shots rang out loud with a screaming sound, followed by "Get out of here, don't you know when you're not wanted?"

Into the dusky night they trampled on, further out into the west, while the sunlight set a fire upon the mountain. "Is it a lack of trust" asked Crazy Pete "or just some kind of conniptions?" but old Auggie just looked straight on ahead wearing the same old weary smile.

"You know we ride right in" Pete said "spot the drag, and make our way to the scare. And from the windows you can hear the cheated folks' relief. You slap the bad man down, I take his side-kick out and we push 'em into the square, where all of the sudden the town folks are yelling with some kind of angry grief."

"And we try to calm 'em down, to cool 'em out, try to speak for a second, just to remind them that these are the men that rob them blind. And I start screaming back like they can't hear, but it don't make no difference. But you just keep quiet with that sad look on 'til they start kicking our behinds."

"I just don't understand" Pete shook his head, "I'm saying what's the use in trying? We go back in to town every couple of days and start all over again. They want those bad men out, as much as us, those thieves that rob them blind, but when the time comes, it's like all their reason has disappeared with the wind!"

"Dear Pete my boy, we did our best. In a couple of days we'll give it another try." said Auggie Bill from under his mustache looking so coy. "Yeah I know we will" young Pete replied, "just like every time before. It's just hard sometimes, you know, being some kind of unwanted hero of a cowboy."

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