A cinematic six-gun (woefully relegated to the domesticated shadow box—but a tip of the ol’ ten gallon to the digital proprietors for spending the silver to mine this claim in the first) loaded with all manner of varmints, each aimin’ their respective sights on the profound or the profane of this prairie we call home. A renowned revue as comfortable speculating on the iniquities of man as it is chewin’ the cud simply for cud’s sake.