Ben and Zane were enjoying a fine sarsaparilla in a town that was certainly big enough for the two of them, when a huge man burst through the saloon doors. Seven feet tall, about 85% lean meat, a belt buckle that said "Angus" and two mean-looking horns, he looked ready to rough up the place. He ordered his whiskey and sat down next to the Cartoncasters. "You boys watch out now," he said, "it's hard living out here, plenty of corrupt politicians and thievin' rustlers. You should be fine as long as you stay close to me, though." He slammed his drink down in one gulp and let out a fierce moo. "Either you ever heard of the Code of the West?"