Pushing through the swinging saloon doors, sword at his hip, guitar in hand, Tom reticently eyed the mountains arrayed above him. Tumbleweed cavorted madly all around.
He hummed a bawdy tune, remembered vividly from a pirate movie.
He felt the hair prickle on the back of his neck as dead ahead the pygmy-owl broke away and shouted loudly, "Avast ye, Tom!!"
Tom shuddered, his Big Red gum cracking, and he turned toward the mountain trail.
He rolled his _______ eyes and said to the owl, "_______ _______ , you scurvy _______."
As he hiked, the mountains blinked, and he began to feel a bit _______. He'd never before _______, but _______.
A _______ horse went _______ past, and once more, Tom looked to the _______ sky. How had this day gone so _______-_______?
But onward. There was still the _______ to find.