Well folks, I've spent about 5 minutes reading up on this here moving picture show and it's pretty darn clear which of y'all is rustling up some cattle.
Y'see, Iron River Ranch is located in the nice town'a Garrison, Colorado.
Our pardner Colorado is from Colorado. I'm certainly 'spicious of him.
But a deeper look at him reveals he might not be a lobo, but just a bit loco.
How'ver, Garrison's population is 512. Now 512 is 2^9 (y'all city slickers should know that). The second cowboy in this here rodeo is one SCNCY. The ninth cowboy on our list is our pal CTown. Should we take a look at them? Probably worth a gander, but nothing under them two's cowboy hats says "outlaw" to me.
Deeper down we go.
Now I'm gun' get technical on y'all here. Back in the day, 512 kb was considered one half of a mb. We got ourselves 33 cowboys here and taking half of 33 is about as fun as drinking downstream from the herd. I'll jus' focus on the two fellers in the middle: number 16 bsaltyman and number 17 Mr. Cleaver.
Firstly, Mr. Cleaver's name reminds me of all the ladies I've ever met in my life because it didn't matter who she was. I'd always leave 'er.
But this here desperado bsaltyman. He's a no good, cattle-rustlin' mafia man who squats with his spurs on. Know how I know?
Well I already said 512 kb is one-half of a mb. Now this here polecat bsaltyman is the only one amongst us who's got an 'm' and a 'b' in his name.
Need more evidence? No, pardners, you don't. Vote for that yellow-bellied gadfly bsaltyman and we can roast him after our frijoles tonight.
Now we just got to find out who this bushwhacker is in cahoots with.