Chill leans against the railing in front of the saloon, twirling his guns, watching the tumbleweeds roll by. With one smooth motion he holsters the swirling gun and quickly draws the flask from his vest pocket. He takes a long draught and places it back in his vest. He lets the amber liquid warm his throat and belly and quietly sings the Smothers Brothers' version of the "Streets Of Laredo"
<<As I walked out on the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy;
I see by your outfit you are a cowboy, too;
We see by our outfits that we are both cowboys.
If you get an outfit, you can be a cowboy, too>>