| abstract | - Leg: Come to try your hand at the $5000 in gold, I see. (pause as Jack just walks by) You're a man of few words. I respect that, I truly do. I believe you are somewhat acquainted with Miss MacFarlane. Boonie: Am I what you were looking for, stranger? Jack: I reckon you are. Did anyone see Landon Ricketts ride into town? Kelly: That boy? He won't be causing the mayor any more problems. I do hope you are planning to attend the Battle Royale. I would very much look forward to beating an adversary of your talent. Jack: I just signed up. Rose: Well, Jackson, I guess you're here for one reason right? Well, if I were you I'd get my affairs in order before you enter. Mr. Kelley's been the champion for four years and looks like he's the one to beat this year. Oh that sheriff's fella Leigh. So, Jack, what'cha gonna do? You wanna enter the Battle Royale too? Rose: He's killed so many men down South, he had to come up North to find some more. Señor Oscar Neverro." (applause) Challenging him, a man of mystery. Some of you may have heard of all the recent bounty hunting he did on half of the town. Ladies and Gentlemen, Jack. Jack: That should leave a bruise! (laughter) Rose: I don't reckon he should be so eager to get himself killed, but rules are the rules and there's no doubt he's quick on the draw. He can shave, and he sure can shoot. The challenger, Camelion Wolf. (applause and Lily Shelton throws him a pack of flowers)
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