They say he was the wildest of the west, that it was him who put the Hole into the Wall. But though he was the fastest draw, and lived his life outside the law, he never killed a soul they could recall.
I heard once he thought of laying down his gun. He sought amnesty and pardon for his sins, but his heart he could not contain and he up and robbed the Tipton train. The Pink’s could scarce conceal their grateful grins,
Givin’ one last call for the good guys, one more encore for them that don’t give a damn. There’s no place like home,and there’s no home like Wyoming, so gather up the gang and head out for the hills. There’s nothing like the range to ease minds and cure ills.
The air in the saloon was arctic stale, their icy glares not thankful in the least. In the folly of my youth, I failed to recognize the truth that Pelinore lacks a quest without the Beast.
They wheeled his box down Main Street to the church, where all the women wept and the men stood in stunned sorrow. The preacher to preside said, “Folks, a great man here has died. Pretty soon, it seems to me, we’re doomed to follow,
“Givin’ one last call for the good guys, one more encore for them that don’t give a damn. There’s no place like home,and there’s no home like Wyoming, so gather up the gang and head out for the hills. There’s nothing like the range to ease minds and cure ills.”
I saw Harvey catch the bullet with his teeth. He was grinnin’ down the barrel of my forty-five and said, “You can send me to hell. But then you’ll just be damned as well–either way we’ll none of us get out alive when it’s all that we can do just to survive,
”Singin’ one last call for the good guys, one more encore for them that don’t give a damn. There’s no place like home,and there’s no home like Wyoming, so gather up the gang and head out for the hills. There’s nothing like the range to ease minds and cure ills.”