Sans meets Black Bart.

It's a tough life being a Cattle Rancher. Today I ran slap bang into Black Bart in the Hoots Mon Saloon. We gave each other the evil eye, which was difficult for me because I couldn't see diddly squat with my sunglasses on. I tried to remember the advice given by The Stranger..."He draws to the left so lean to the right. There's a wind from the east - better aim to the west. He crouches when he shoots so stand on your toes."

It was okay though, I was taller than he in my great hat. He was slightly faster on the draw than I, something to do with being further away from the Earth's core according to my old physics teacher. We both saw the error of our ways, and renounced violence forever. We then had a few beers together at the bar and laughed and sang until closing time.

N.B. This ending appended after test audiences were shocked and appalled at the real ending.