In the likes of Deadwood, true grit doesn't come from courage or perseverance in the face of adversity but from the bottle, from always being loaded with a six shooter of rye whisky. This hombre may look tough, may leave a trail of gritty sand wherever it perches, but the truth is that it's as despicable as all the rest of the regions regulars: the no-good double-crossing vermin rat-faced squirrel and that no-account sheriff with a mean streak that stretches clear across town. Even the sign for Deadwood was nailed on upside-down with rusty nails from that swindling Rusty blackbird fella. You best avoid Deadwood, partner. I'm only gunna say it once .... spit.
