In Tommy Maaltman' Wild, Wild West, Lassiter contemplates retirement.

Upon returning from the Territory of Arizona, having settled some land disputes between wealthy cattle ranchers and poor sheepherders, later to become immortalized as the Pleasant Valley War, Lassiter kicked in the doors of The Hole in the Wall Saloon and walked over to his usual table where Kitty was already sitting. Even in the dim, smokey light of the saloon, it was painfully apparent that Kitty was showing the effects of the hard life of a " Lady of the Evening" in The Hole in the Wall Saloon in the dirty, dusty forgotten town of.....Forgotten. Lassiter sat down and with his stone cold, steely gray eyes, looked at Kitty's deeply lined face, sallow pale jaundiced skin, nicotine stained rotten teeth and thinning gray hair and couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for the once attractive entertainer who was ridden hard and put away wet. Lassiter said, "Kitty, have you given any thought to retiring?" Kitty, somewhat taken aback said, "Colton, my retirement is all planned out for three days before the funeral! How about you? You ain't looking so good neither!" Lassiter said, "I'll retire when the dirt hits me in the face!" They both said in unison, "Let's drink to that." Kitty, somewhat annoyed, got up and walked over to the bar where she slapped Gums, the unshaven, toothless Barkeep for being inattentive. Walking behind the bar, she grabbed a bottle of Dalwhinnie, 43%, 15 year old single malt whiskey with a golden, heather color, heather and peat dry nose, heather, honey and sweet vanilla taste, and a long lingering, smoke, peat and malty finish. Kitty poured two glassed and as they clinked them together, Lassiter said, "Here's to a long productive and successful life and a comfortable retirement." Slainte, Tommy Maaltman