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On his way into the saloon he tracked mud over the favored smoking spot of Half-Chinese Jesus Smith the Commanche-Raping Dandy of Dryball Basin, prompting the latter to challenge McCoy to a duel at three nanoseconds past dawn on the 2nd Tuesday of the week (as was local custom)
The two gunslingers met at the agreed upon hour in the famous Pissdringer alley. McCoy who lost both his arms serving as a barber in the eleventh Hunkpapa Rebellion of 1888 had to shoot his piece by affixing it to his ♥♥♥♥
McCoy was shot in the toe and died of syphilis in the next minute.
The victorious Smith would go on to enter American myth by single handedly raping the entire Arakwaw tribe in 1896 the following year