The Colonel sits outside the general store chomping on an apple. Several cowpokes ride slowly by. Another man is walking down the boardwalk across the street, about 8 or 10 yards away. The Colonel sets his apple down and stands up. “Thats him” he says to himself. The Colonel sees Chicago Joe look his way from across the street. He stands and hollers across the street; Joe, I am calling you out! It’s time to see the Judge over in Fairview!
Chicago Joe stops and stands motionless. A woman and small child scurry away from Joe around a corner. The street is suddenly quiet except for the banging of an anvil in the direction of the stables.