The Killer in Black

Looks like a black mask to me.

And it's got fresh blood on it.

And Hoppy, this colt, it, it ain't mine, and it's just been fired.

Uh, what do you make of this, Hoppy?

Looks pretty plain to me now, and I don't like it.

There's been a shooting, maybe a killing.

You hear that, Hoppy?

I sure do.

Well, there they are.

If that ain't a posse, Hoppy, then I'm a ring-tailed skunk.

Well, it's a posse all right, and they're moving fast enough to be following a fresh trail, and powerful anxious to meet up with a gent wearing black clothes, if I figure right.

Well, what are we waiting for? Uh, let's get a-going, Hoppy.

You're in a tight spot, California, but you'd be in a worse spot if you ran.

We've got to explain what really happened.

Uh, yeah, and, and if they don't believe someone switched clothes with me, well, then what? Uh, way they're riding, they mean business.

Here's what we'll do.

You stay and try to explain.

The posse hasn't sighted us yet, and I'll slip around back of these cottonwoods.

If they don't believe you, I'll make my play.

Hurry.

Uh, they're starting around the riverbank.

That's it, Hoppy.

And, uh, Hoppy, if they start dragging out a hemp-necked stretcher-

Don't worry, California.

Don't worry.