In fairness to her, it actually takes the better part of the day and a great deal of slipping, sliding and near booby-trapping before Sawbones' temper hits its limit.

"Right," she says with a great deal of conviction and Dust Town drawl, "New plan. We get in, break the little sod's kneecaps, shove 'im in the cellar and clean the place out. We can tell 'em he fell down the stairs."