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"Good Morning Class" -- Welcome to Coinsmoke!

In the town of Coinsmoke the locals wander through another busy day. A tall, dark stranger--a Man With No Name--rides through the center of town. He hitches his horse to the post in front of the Marshall's office and goes inside

Marshall Bear: (legs up, boots on desk) Howdy!
Stranger: Howdy.
Marshall Bear: What's the name, friend?
--Silence--
Stranger: Freaky Coin Freak.
Marshall Bear: Well, bein' as I just saw ol' Freaky tarred, feathered and run outta town yesterday... that'd either make you a liar or idiot. Which is it?
Stranger: (lights a smoke) Nice town ya got here. Peaceful.
Marshall Bear: (Sputtering) PEACEFUL????!!!! Mister, I've heard Coinsmoke called a lot of things in my day--but never peaceful! (spits a direct hit into the corner spitoon) Jus yesterday, Mad Dog Stewie Blay shot Rance Sunnywood dead in the street! Cold-hearted as a howdy-do about it!
Stranger: Why'd he do that?
Marshall Bear: Said Sunnyboy spoke ill of one of his coins. 'Round here there's two things ya don't do... insult another man's coins, and... uh... I'm too old to remember t'other.
Stranger: Who's the Sheriff here, Marshall?
Marshall Bear: That'd be Sheriff Homer Hall, son! Owns this town. Word to the wise... don't get on ol' Homer's bad side.
Stranger: Where might a fella find him?
Marshall Bear: 'Bout now he'd be over at the Slab Saloon!
Stranger: "Slab Saloon?" Funny name for a waterin' hole, ain't it?
Marshall Bear: Used to be the Rawhide... but fer some reason rubbed Homer the wrong way... (scratching his beard) say... you wouldn't be one of those Free Coiners would ya?
Stranger: Free Coiner?
Marshall Bear: Yeah... one of them crazy fellers who don't believe in havin' their coins certified. Like Porkkarl of Abilene and Virgil Jom. You know them boys? Stirred up a mess a trouble 'round here!
Stranger: So... most folks like their coins slabbed in these parts?
Marshall Bear: Yup! 'Cept those crazy foreigners cross the gulch in Dark Town. But they ain’t good for nuthin’. (he spits) You sure you ain't a Free Coiner?

Mad Marty Munson comes bursting through the door. He is a mottled collection of rags, bags and animal skins

Mad Marty Munson: MARSHALL!!! Better get on over ta the Slab! All hell’s breakin’ loose!!!
Marshall Bear: WHOA! Marty! SLOW DOWN! Tell me what happened!
Mad Marty: (sucking wind) Well… them boys from the NGC come ta town!
Marshall Bear: Curly Joe Braddick?
Mad Marty: (nodding) Yessir! An Festus Marguli too!!!!
Marshall Bear: DANG!
Mad Marty: Well ol’ Lucy Belle up and tells ‘em they ain’t welcome and they draw down on Lucy!!!! KIN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!! Drawin’ on Lucy??!!!!
Stranger: There a fella named Rusty Compucheap with ‘em? Tall fella—thin as a rattlesnake, ugly—like a Franklin half.
Mad Marty: Cain’t speak to that, mister—but next thing ya know, Clem Wonderbritches from The Registry Ranch done up and smashes a bottle over Coinpoke1’s head!!
Marshall Bear: WHAT FER??!
Mad Marty: Fer saying that he can’t be selling coins in the Slab Saloon! AIN’T THAT THE DARNDEST THING?!!

--Silence—

Marshall Bear: Where’s Sheriff Homer during all this, Marty?
Mad Marty: Last I saw, Marshall-- he’s up on the balcony just laughin’ at everybody!

--Silence—

Stranger: Friendly place.
Mad Marty: What’re ya gonna do, Marshall?
Stranger: Yeah… Marshall?

Marshall Bear sits down in his chair, leans back and puts his boots on the desk.

Marshall Bear: Ain’t gonna do nuthin’. Too close to retirin’ to risk it on a bunch of Yahoos! You don’t even know how many times I been shot!
Stranger: But you heard Marty here. Half the town’s killin’ each other!

Marshall Bear: (striking a match on his boot and lighting a big cigar)

Welcome to Coinsmoke, stranger!

(exhaling a big, blue cloud of smoke)

Peaceful, ain’t it?







Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare

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