







          Well, you've heard about gunfighting good guys like Wild Bill 
     Hickock and Wyatt Earp. But I'll tell you a name that strikes even 
     greater fear into the hearts of bad men everywhere. 
          Lightning Larry. 
          I'll never forget the day Larry rode into our little town of 
     Brimstone and walked into the Cottonmouth Saloon. He strode up to the 
     bar and smiled straight at the bartender. 
          "Lemonade, please," he said. 
          Every head in the place turned to look. 






