by Gary Tierney, Andy Brown, Carol Tierney

It's just before high noon at the last chance saloon, watering hole to the quick and the dead. This is where the good, the bad, and the ugly gather.

Here for a fistful of dollars those of you with true grit may find out how the west was won, for a few dollars more you can climb aboard a covered wagon and ride the high country to Tombstone, or follow the big trail on the next stagecoach to Purgatory.

Whether you're an outlaw, the gunslinger or a high plains drifter, or even if you've just had a bad day at black rock it doesn't matter - all of the wild bunch are served in this joint. Our ladies welcome the gunless as well as those who ride with the devil. Stay tall in the saddle, pale rider and at least pretend to support your local sherrif!

So, if the goldrush brings you our way, don't ride lonesome, call in for a whiskey and a game of chance.

You'd do it for Randolph Scott!