Curtis the cowboy lived out on a big farm. His home town with only one gas station was confusing little place. Everyone knew each other they thought anyway.

Curtis had the highest horse in town, everyone was so jealous of all the money he made. Curtis was also the Sheriff, all who really knew him to be total clown. His big red nose out of towners could see a mile a away. All the jokes he told were his favorite, we was the greatest in his own head. He never had a wife, kids or friends. His bubble never bursted cause no one could get in. He was martyr of the law, judge, jury and executioner. The animals on the farm never liked him, his dog beaten and blue. Curtis hit and hit things until they learned he is the boss. On a stormy day a bad man on the run, took cover in his barn. No gun or horse Curtis was doing his routine chores. The bad man had a knife and unafraid to use it. Curtis deviled dog knew the bad man was there. Right next to Curtis the bad man slit his throat. Then the dog ran away, free at last.