Solid Yellow

That hombre was Yella. I could see it almost as clear as the stripe down his back! Yella, I tells ya. That is, until that coyote drew on me and drilled me twice right over the right breast pocket with his .44 for tellin' him so... shoot, I never even cleared leather! My momma tol' me never to tell a book by it's cover... well, I cain't much read, but I still shoulda listened to 'er.