The Legend of Tin Star
Well, howdy there pardner! What's that you say? You want to hear the legend of Tin Star?
Why don't you pull up that thar stool, and I'll tell you a tale that is counted as legend, though I know fer a fact that it's as true as a Buffalo Bill rifle shot. My grandpappy, who was a citizen of the town of East Driftwood more than a hundred years ago, told me the story and by gum if'n he wasn't the straightest shooter when it came to the Ol' West.
The Origins of Tin Star
Nobody knows where Tin Star came from. He would just appear when a town was desperate for a squeaky-clean lawman. Some folks said he was raised back east by one of the first washing machines ever made, while others said he was constructed at a rifle factory, seein's how he was the best shot ever.
Well, it really don't make no difference—all that mattered was that this lawman saw things different from most of the hooligans that headed out west. He had a funny rule that he would remove his hat, the one with the brim full of goodness, only on Sundays.
You know, Pappy did tell me that Tin Star was lacking a bit of steam in his boiler, if you know what I mean. Brains aren't the most important thing to a gunfighter. Tin Star's reflexes kept him out of trouble more times than I can count.
The Lawman's Arsenal and Allies
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Aluminum: His faithful steed that could run all day.
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Peacemaker: His trusty six-gun arsenal that threw out so much lead you could have opened your own pencil factory.
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Code of Good Guy Rules: A code he checked anytime he needed to know how to conduct his brand of justice.
Cleaning Up the West
Tin Star had been cleaning up towns across the ol' West for many a year. He ran more outlaws out of town than those "legends" that have been gettin' all the press.
He knew what to do when it came to brawls, bank robberies, jail breaks and all the other hazards o' the West. Once he had taken care of business in a town, he'd be off lookin' fer another trouble spot where his talents would be appreciated.
The Trouble in East Driftwood
Tin Star ran into his biggest challenge in the town of East Driftwood. Grandpappy was just a kid when Sheriff Tin Star came into town on the stagecoach.
The town was havin' real tough times with a batch of varmints named the Bad Oil Gang. The gang wanted to control the whole kit and caboodle, and they were led by an ornery outlaw named Black Bart. The trouble all began as soon as Tin Star stepped off of the stagecoach and broke a potted plant...