"Ya gotta be shittin' me." Rattlesnake Jack shook his head in disbelief. "That, that's just silly." Rattlesnake Jack rolled his shoulder back and glanced at his guns. "Well the fireball flyin' down looked like could be entertain'. I [i]know[/i] horse racin' is fun." He paused for a moment as he glanced back at Bee. "Why would we kill the First Born man for a hundred years? It sounds like a special occasion, and I'd reckon he'd be a swell guy. Maybe a bit big in the head like a tenderfoot, cause he's the..." Rattlesnake Jack paused as he thought of that fact again, "Only, apparently manfolk there. Sure he ain't just a regular guy?"