Tombstone, Arizona, 1893. It must be August, because itas hot as the basement of Hell, and if the humidity were to creep up just a few tiny decimals, the wind might catch fire. That is if you could find any wind. So much for the weather report. This is a gripping tale of the Old West, the saga of Chubby Cheeks, commonly known as The Fattest Gun in the West. Youave all heard of him. Donat deny it. His exploits are legion and legendary. This is the story of those exploits, a story that will leave you limp and empty. And puzzled. Anyone loves to read a book that is romantic, humorous, exciting, spell-binding, breath-taking, generally riveting, and at least moderately believable. This book is unusual because it contains none of those characteristics. Yet, it had to be written, and someone had to write it. Soaletas give Chubby a chance. Heas not our standard, run-of-the-mill Western hero, but who is? The primary problem in developing and writing the Chubby Cheeks saga has been the separation of fact from fiction. Weave solved that problem in a decidedly unique wayaby ignoring it. Accordingly we have pursued the course of multitudes of historians that preceded usaaLet no fact sunder the flow of a story well-told.a I hear the thunder of hooves in the not-too-distant distance. Chubby Cheeks rides again!