When I came to the crossing in the darkened shade of the Canadian trees I could see in the distance the shadow of a man. All dressed in black he zoomed in and out of the trees, in and out of darkness. Then I noticed a second figure. It was hard to see, but it looked to be the silhouette of a gunslinger, following close behind.
My heart was pounding. Slowly I moved in closer trying not to make a sound.
Then, there in the darkness stood a sign. "Sorry, No blondes allowed."