But his sacrifice will not be in vain.
First I shot Whispering Pete at the bar. Right where he stood.
Next I shot his brother, Racist Tom. Right where he sat.
Last to go was Indeterminate Johnson. I shot him as he was getting up from his seat.
Kind of halfway between sitting and standing.
Now maybe I had me a good reason to shoot those first two.
Johnson was only ever a punch line.