rexuality:

Cowboy 1 at the saloon, drinking whiskey while staring solemnly at nothing, a deep sadness etched into his weathered, whiskered face: Sometimes I dream of the ranch an’ how things used t’ be. I wish I could ride my horse into that horizon and know someone’s out there a-waitin’. But the sad reality is that there ain’t nothin’ there but more desert, an’ more heartache. There’s been but one single bullet in my pistol fer the last twenty years and son I think it just might find my own skull one of these days.

Cowboy 2:

Cowboy 2: You ever seen An American Tail: Fievel Goes West