Setting-a saloon at early morn

Sheriff- I see your fifty I raise ya fifty

Buffalo Bill- you’re on sheriff

Sheriff – oi bartender, serve em up

Bartender- name your poison sheriff

Sheriff- I’ll have a black buck and ol’ bill over here will have a straight gin

Bartender- coming right up

(Clayton walks through the doors)

Buffalo bill-well, well, well

Clayton – this here town aint big enough for the both of us

Sheriff-(whispering to Buffalo bill)- its time you quit beating the devil round the stump and taught that guy a lesson.

Buffalo bill- meet me here, high noon

High noon

(Clayton bursts through the doors pistols in each hand)

Clayton- I sure hope your ready to see Satan

Sheriff- k I want this to be clean don’t fire till I tell ya

Sheriff-face each other…turn…walk…draw…fire

(Buffalo bill turns and fires two shots into Claytons upper body)

Sheriff-Bout time Bill

Buffalo Bill- those kinds aren’t wanted here.