They call him the Clean Cowpoke round these parts. He turned up the day the government opened up the land to be claimed, his clothing as spotless as his cash. He convinced a few other settlers to sell their land. And then he vanished.
He turned up a year later, same clothes, still spotless, just before the sherriff foreclosed.
Then again, just in time, three years later.
Then five after that.
Every time spotless and just in time, ain't aging either.
Something's gonna happen on that land, and I...
Wait, that's him!
He ain't in danger of losing...
Oh dear.
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