Tommy Maaltman's Wild, Wild West Kid Colton meets up with Lassiter.

Kid Colton galloped into the dusty, dirty, forgotten town of..... Forgotten astride his big black as coal colt named Coal and reigned up hard in front of The Hole in the Wall Saloon. Throwing his right leg over the saddle horn, he jumped to the ground and quickly began dusting off his black leather pants and boots. Bursting through the door of the saloon he saw Lassiter sitting at the far end of the bar by himself savoring a dram of his favorite cask strength single malt Scotch whisky. Kid Colton said, "Get up old man and prepare to meet your maker." Sally, the attractive, intelligent, highly educated school marm from back East who lasted three hours in the one room frontier school before realizing that she could make her entire year's teacher salary in one night in the Saloon, Kitty, the rough ridden and put away wet lady of the evening, and Kate, who got drunk one night, blacked out with her head too close to the kerosene lamp catching her hair on fire and hideously burning her face but not her smoking hot body, better known as The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly respectively by the locals, looked at each other and said, "Kid Colton looks just like a young Lassiter!?!?! With their mouths gaping open gasping for air all three fainted and fell to the dusty, dirty floor. Lassiter finished his dram and slowly stood up facing "The Kid." Their identical ice cold, steely gray eyes met and locked. The Kid drew first but Lassiter was faster and squeezed the trigger of his 44 Magnum Smith and Wesson six shooter sending a 256 grain lead slug directly into the barrel of The Kid's Colt 44 causing the gun to ricochet out of The Kids's hand and fly back into the wall of the Saloon. The Kid grabbed his hand that was "bullet" stung and now felt like it was broken and bent over in pain cursing the old man. As he slowly stood up he once again looked into the eyes of Lassiter and said, "Daddy?!?" Lassiter said, "That's right son." Kid said in shocking despair, "I could have killed you." Lassiter chuckled and replied, "You're good son but you ain't that good....yet. Come on over here I've got just the medicine for that sore hand of yours." He turned to Gums the toothless unshaven bar keep and ordered a bottle of Braes of Glenlivet, vol. 58.9%, 18 year old, "The Edinburgh Fog," with a pale amber color, malt extract nose, sweet, tarry and oily taste before adding water becoming more maranite-like with water. It is the smell of Edinburgh on a still foggy autumn evening. The finish smooth, mouth filling and chocolatey . "Son, I enjoy drinking this whisky when I'm reading the Bible." As they were drinking their whisky, Lassiter said, "How's your Mama, Son?" Kid Colton replied, "She ain't. Died last winter. Doc says she died of influenza on top of the consumption. I think she died of exhaustion, working her fingers to the bone cleaning the toilets of rich folk back East trying to make enough money to feed Sis and me after you walked out on us. I couldn't take it no more so I up and left. I figured it was one less mouth to feed for Mama. Now with Mama dead, I don't know what became of Sis. Poor little innocent thing was only twelve." As they finished their drams, Kid got up to leave. Lassiter said, "Colton, be careful out there. I'll see to it that Sis is looked after." Slainte, Tommy Maaltman.