Why y'all turnin' away from me, Missy? Tain't you glad to see ole Strummin' Joe? Or are you thinkin' you might scratch me agin with them-thare dagger-fingers you got on yer right hand? 'Member, I'm pretty handy with a pistol, and I got me one now. All us geetar-playin' cowpokes what choose our kerchiefs might carefully has us a pistol. Never know when you'll meet yerself a critic.