Ok, so here's what we're going to do: we're going to give ourselves cowboy names. I'll be Stillwater Jim and you can be Fencepost Joe. Then we're going to sit around and trade back and forth that story about how we grew up best friends, but you became the sheriff and I became the outlaw. Or the other way around. Or both. And maybe about that one time we were herding in the badlands and we ran out of food and water, so we had to bleed the horses. Or cows. Or both. And then we found a horned skull in a gully and used it to dig for water, which is what really saved us.
Once or twice a year, we'll get in a shootout over who actually owns that skull, even though it's hanging above the bar in the only saloon in town.
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