Tales from the West Dust whirls in the sun, cast a shifting shadow on the ground. Two men and their guns, the shooting at O.K Corral. Old boot hill graveyard of Corral, will you be my final bed? Who's the fastest one to draw, who'll face the dust at noon? Forget the laws of men, nevermind the U.S Marshall. But thread lightly with your pride, there's a lady waiting back home. Bring your gunbelt, bring your gun. Revenge's calling your name. Will you sleep at Boot Hill like your brother? Saddle up, partner. Destination: the Clanton ranch. They've got a stolen herd from Mexico, and we've got to make it right.