Bob: Now that I was the law in that forsaken outpost, I could see I was gonna have to do a bit of pest control. So I called out the biggest bug, and told him they’d best skedaddle before sundown, lest I commence to stepping on ‘em. Now that I had the whole gang’s attention, I backed up a few paces and told the gangleader to slap leather. Meeka: To do what...? Bob: Figure of speech, darlin’. Means we were about to have us a good, old-fashioned shootout!
Bob's Frontier Tales #7
by Bob