Everyone in town was watching the lone horseman as he rode down the dirt filled Main Street.

He was tall in the saddle and he was leaning toward his left side as he rode by. Riding up to the Sheriff’s office, standing out front with his foot on the hitching post, the Sheriff waited on him. The towns’ people walking by noticed the blood streaming down the riders left arm and saw it dripping off of his fingers.

Thrown over the back of his horse was the body of a man, who lay motionless as the rider traveled down the street. Whenever Tye Williams got into a gun fight, he always won.

The dead man was a stranger, to the town folks, and when Tye arrived at the Sheriff’s office, he got off of his horse and untied the body dropping the body down onto the ground.

Tye looked up at the sheriff and told him that the stranger tried to rob him and take his horse. The Sheriff hollered at one of the town’s people to go and get the undertaker.

Tye got back onto his horse and rode down to the Blacksmith Shop, which also served as the town stables,

“Take good care of Blacky, give him the best”,

Tye said to the stable hand, he earned every bit of it. I’m going down to the Café and I’ll be back later.

Smitty, the blacksmith looked up at the gun man, seeing the blood on his hand and said “No problem, SIR!”

Tye threw him a silver dollar and walked off toward the Café spurs jingling with every step he took….

LETTER OF INTENT- BURTON GILLIAM (BLAZING SADDLES)

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