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Scene: It is the beginning of another beautiful day in the Texas countryside. Dawn breaks. Two cowhands, Buckaroo Bunjin and Tater Frye, noticing that dawn has broken, ride over to try to fix it. Unfortunately, they're not able to do anything to put it back together, and so dawn remains broken. Sunlight passes over the open prairie. A nearby farm's green crop shines in the sun. One of the cowhands begins to sing...
Buckaroo: "Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh, what a beautiful day. I got a beautiful feelin', everything's..."
Tater: "Hey. Stop it. Stop singin'. First of all, the sun ain't that high yet. It just started risin'. But second, and more important, that song's under copyright. Ya don't git to sing that here! Respect the law, man!"
Buckaroo: Oh. Sorry. Tell you what, let me try another... (coughs, ahems, spits out a loogie) Now I'm ready. "OH, WHAT BEAUTIFUL CORN! What beautiful, beautiful CORN! The wind whispers secrets, the field is all ears, Oh what beautiful CORN! Farmin' the land is the life for me, it calls me, I can't say no..."
Tater: Stop. Stop. Just stop. First off, ya ain't a farmer, yer a cowhand. Second, I'm pretty sure that song's under copyright, too. Ya don't git to sing that one either. Have some respect! We're tryin' to build a society here, to build the West in a way that builds the West so that people later will see the West as a tribute to those who built the West in the way that the West was built, which is how it's gonna be built. And we can't have this, breakin' of copyright law, to do it. We're honest men, Buck. And that means, we're gonna do things the right way.
Buckaroo: The right way?
Tater: The right way.
Suddenly, a song plays in the background, that is, if you could call it music...
Buckaroo and Tater look at each other with weird expressions on their faces, and then shake their heads and say, "Nah."
Then they ride off into the sunrise, heading into town, East Zilch, to see what the morning might bring.
Meanwhile, in town...
A man covered from head to toe in all kinds of leather, fringe, and hides was entering the town on foot. Looking like he hadn't set foot in an established community in some time, the man rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while he yawned.
"Oui. Zees ees ze place. Ahy will find ze man wid ze pehpers heere. N'cest pas?"
Stumbling up through the sleepy town, the French fur trapper came across a local, sitting against the fence post of a building, who was watching him the whole time. The expression on his face was a mixture of curiosity, boredom, and constipation. The man called out to the odd sight he was seeing.
"Hey!"
The French man, a little annoyed to be stopped in the middle of the street by this lazy person, answered back, "What ees eet?"
The man responded, "You got a name, stranger?"
The French man hesitated, and then decided telling who he was wouldn't matter to this yokel. "Mah nayme ees, Beaux Lagged."
The man laughed. "Yer name is 'bow-legged?"
The French trapper grew red in the face and politely said back, "Non, not bow-legged, but Beaux Lagged."
The man laughed again. "Yer mama named ya "BOW-LEGGED?!"
The French trapper grew even more upset and his voice rose to the level of almost shouting. "Non, I tell you! Non non non! Non, zat ees not so! N'cest pas? I sayd, Beaux Lagged, not 'bow-legged.' It has ze stress on ze last syllehble!"
But the taunting man couldn't hear because he was laughing at the French trapper so loud there wasn't any explanation getting through. The French trapper grew even more irate as he turned up his snobbish nose at the man and continued on his way. "Imbecil!" the trapper thought to himself. "He weel leeve to regret zees!" And he continued up the main street of the town, East Zilch for those who cared about trival things such as 'names of places'.
Meanwhile, he had a job to do. To find the man with the important papers!
Sometimes, the universe lines up just right. The stars, moon, people, critters, and even world events are all in the right place at the right time for momentous things to take place. Things that would not take place otherwise. Things so unusual they came around once every couple hundred blue moons... As it so happens, this was one of those times. This was a time carved out of destiny, and a time few would forget.
The only thing out of the proper cosmic alignment needed to pull this special event off was a few gophers who had taken a wrong turn underground somewhere and a wandering tumbleweed which had rolled right into the barbershop in town. And that could have caused a different scenario, a conundrum. But fortunately, the conundrum sheriffs were all busy doin' other things. So when everything else was exactly in place, the time was right to bring about the greatest opportunity known to bandits, thieves, robbers, rustlers, varmints, fakers, loons, goons, buffoons, con men, recon men, conned men and condiment men too.
For that day in the small town of East Zilch, Texas, it just so happened that a great fortune was gonna roll down Main Street in a caravan of Fells Cargo wagons, in the form of 50 solid gold bars on their way back east to Fort Knox...