One warm, dusty evenin' at the Suck City Saloon, a cocky card shark tries to pull one over on a cantankerous cowboy. But before they can cock their pistols, the proprietress lays down the law. This ain't how things are settled at the Suck City Saloon, where they will suck you in but won’t never spit you out. They have a tradition for settlin' disputes that does involve pistols. The pistols in their pants, that is.