We deal in lead.

Well there are still Steve McQueen fans out there. Or Yul Brenner is a lot more popular than I thought he was. The results of our poll as to your favorite Western without John Wayne or Clint Eastwood is as follow:

Magnificent Seven 24
Wild Bunch 14
Shane 9
Ride the High Country 4
Gunfight at OK Corral 3

Once again my pick lost as I am a big fan of Gunfight at OK Corral. One of the best parts of it is how Frankie Lane sings over the action. It was parodied so well in Blazing Saddles. Every little thing he sang a voice over.

"A piss....a piss....can't miss...can't miss.....When the toilet seat is down if you miss the wife will frown and send you to die....at the Gunfight at OK corral."

Sometimes I sing everything we do in a Frankie Lanie voice. Drives the wife crazy.

Next up, which sitcom wife would you like to be married to.

We deal in lead.

Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border.

O'Reilly: How big's the opposition?

Chris: Thirty guns.

O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.

Chris: Just one thing.

O'Reilly: What's that?

Chris: I get to shoot Richard Benjamin in the balls. I hate that bastard.

(The Magnificent Seven, 1960)

How soon they forget.

Chico: Villages like this they make up a song about every big thing that happens. Sing them for years.
Chris Adams: You think it's worth it?
Chico: Don't you?
Chris Adams: It's only a matter of knowing how to shoot a gun. Nothing big about that.
Chico: Hey. How can you talk like this? Your gun has got you everything you have. Isn't that true? Hmm? Well, isn't that true?
Vin: Yeah, sure. Everything. After awhile you can call bartenders and faro dealers by their first name - maybe two hundred of 'em! Rented rooms you live in - five hundred! Meals you eat in hash houses - a thousand! Home - none! Wife - none! Kids... none! Prospects - zero. Suppose I left anything out?
Chris Adams: Yeah. Places you're tied down to - none. People with a hold on you - none. Men you step aside for - none.
Lee: Insults swallowed - none. Enemies - none.
Chris Adams: No enemies?
Lee: Alive.
Chico: Well. This is the kind of arithmetic I like.
Chris Adams: Yeah. So did I at your age.
(The Manificent Seven, 1960)