Like the Preacher in Pale Rider, when you call out for Ol' Barbs in your time of need, he'll first let you try to sort it out for yourself from a distance.

BUT...when the true villainous, no good, lyin', cheatin', murderin' LaHood sumabitches of the world finally get you on the ropes, Ol' Barbs will ride into town six guns a' blazin'.

If there's anything Ol' Barbs appreciates, it's a good piece of hickory.

That and Tijuana Donkey shows.