Birds of a Feather

be the prettiest town in Colorado. Now the gunfighter is taken over. And if you don't stop them, there won't be a sticklet standing. Have guns, will travel, saying Mr. John Dana as Paladin and Francisco 1875, the Carls and Hotel, headquarters of a man called Paladin.

Oh, Mr. Paladin. Two telegram for you. Oh, thank you, eh, boy? Yes, sir. Oh, no, this is what I think it is. Oh, Foster. Agent and charge. Rail, Grandie, railroad, Pueblo, Colorado. I'm the Suki agent in charge.

Western Pacific Railroad, Pueblo, Colorado. Pueblo, yes, sir, Pueblo. Seems like you're very popular on Pueblo. Oh, I'll tell you what. This is flipping from Tuesday's paper. Railroad companies clash. Pueblo, Colorado. A state of open war has developed between the western Pacific and Rio Grande Railroad over ownership with the right of way across Raymond Gorge.

Gunman hired by both sides of the destroyed track and intimidated passengers. A town of Pueblo is an armed camp. Oh, too fast. Yeah. I have very pleasant memories of the time I spent in Pueblo some years back.

When I read the article, I sent my car to each of these gentlemen. Oh, I have very good meat so paladin. No partiality. Exactly. However, providing me can come to terms, of course. One of them shall have my allegiance.

Oh, good. Then we have one for partiality. Oh. I remembered it was a bustling, pleasant, friendly sort of town. It wasn't that way now. It was a scared town. As I walked down the main street, I noticed that the places of business that hadn't moved out were boarded up as though prepared for sea.

The few citizens I saw moved hurriedly, wore anxious and wary expression. Oh. It was easy to recognize the imported gunmen, as they stood in silent groups or solitary watchfulness. It wasn't pretty. I turned into the office of the Rio Grande Railroad.