Montana

Now hold on just a minute, small fry. Out here in the big city, folks are supposed to respect their elders. Me and the boys got a job to do, and I'd hate to have to use this lasso to break a kid's neck on a Tuesday.

You move fast, Spider, I'll give you that. But speed don't mean a thing when you're wrapped up tighter than a prize steer at a rodeo. Stand still and make this easy on yourself—we get paid the same whether you're breathing or not.

Told ya, Tombstone sends his regards. You think you're the first hero to come waltzin' into our territory? Fancy tricks don't work on guys like us. Boys, pin 'im down—let's show this bug how we do things back home.