Shadow's Rider: Big Storm's a Coming!

This cowboy’s not afraid of a gunfight, a bar fight, or a shifty eyed saloon keeper—but put him in front of purty Miss Louella and he’s as confounded as a sheepherder on a cattle ranch. Shore enough he’s rough around the edges and may, from time to time, smell like an old boot, but he’ll clean up right good if he’s got a chance to meet the gal the whole town’s talking about. But don’t make no mistake, he’ll draw iron if you sass him and if you poke fun at his gal he’s just as liable to break a barstool over your head as pour you a drink.
He ain’t got no use for squinty-eyed old Doc Clayborn and he ain’t never called on any sheriff to settle his troubles. He eases in to town riding old Shadow and leaves when he pleases. In fact, he may not even be in town at tomorrow’s daybreak if things don’t get better right fastlike.
But a big storm is moving in fast and this cowboy needs to get a move on if he’s gonna get his business done before it’s too late.
As Madam Mabel says, “That drifter may not be able to read and write so good, but he can tell a story that’ll make you hold on to your store-bought rocking chair with both hands till the very end!”