Do what I tell you and you'll always go wrong.
We knew a place where the climate was cool. Way down there between Oklahoma and Texas. A little town of Quinto in the Cimarron sand hills. Badman's Territory they called it. Cherokee Strip where they rigged civil law that carpetbaggers couldn't stick their claws in, and the Army wouldn't waste the powder. Plenty of fellas vacationed there. Mostly fast gun-hands who didn't like the smell of rope.