Six Shooter Records, Toronto, ON

Okay, so the Sheriff and his droogies started trashing the joint and arresting folks when la Madame, that's the name she liked to go by in those days, tumbled through the saloon doors waving her pistols. If there's one thing she couldn't stand, it was trouble in her house. Especially when she'd got a band lined up for the evening, and that night it was Wally and The Flap Jacks from St. Cat's. She'd worked damn hard to convince Wally and the boys to come all the way out there for a show. She followed them around for two months, leaving Marty in charge and everyone knew he was a bit of a half-wit. But that's just how important this was to la Madame. Wally wouldn't hear any of her offers though, on the account of how unpredictable things could get up in those parts. Musicians (or artistes as la Madame liked to call them) were at especially high risk, having no real experience with self-defense. It wasn't until she saved Wally and the boys and a