Fish Cowboy climbs down off his horse and dunks his head greedily in the trough. “Brbgbrbgbl,” he gasps in relief.

“Slow Angus Wallach takes a leak in that trough every Monday,” drawls a watching man.

“No he doesn’t,” Fish Cowboy says gravely, emerging. “I happen to know he takes his leaks exclusively in your mouth, Chili John Gonzalez.”

They grin and clasp hands hard. “Freak!” calls someone from the other side of the street, before kicking his horse to a trot.

“Wish people wouldn’t say things like that,” frowns Chili John.

“Forget it,” says Fish Cowboy, “you can’t help that birthmark.”