Pistol Pete.  Yeah, that's me.  You let me do the talkin' and we'll get along just fine.  I'm gonna tell you a short version of how this all started.  

Sittin' in an old, drafty dive sippin' a cool drink and mindin' my thoughts one evenin', along came a fella who shot a mean eye for nothing but for courage from the bottom of a bottle.   He walks over and says "we don't take too kindly to your kind 'round these parts".  So I ask, "what's my kind?".  He leaned closer and whispers, "the kind that even trouble don't wanna seem to bother, but....".  He paused.  As I waited for those next few words outta his yapper, I set my drink down from the slippery grip of my fingertips, and outta the corner of my eye I looked at this scrawny cowpoke as he said, "...you'd fit right in on the dark side of daylight."  I like the way that sounds.  So you and me, we're gonna keep ourselves a lil' company.

PP