To me, there is a very certain appeal that westerns and stories that take place in the rugged old south have. There was a time when slavery and brutality dominated our country. Injustice ran rampant. But men and women didn’t just roll over and think that their government or authorities would take care of it. No, back then justice was dealt out by those strong willed enough to deal it themselves. Bad men didn’t just survive by buying out all their evil deeds. Justice was met at the barrel of a gun, and at times, yes, so was injustice. Man was forced to trust that he was doing the right thing, or completely ignore the fact that he wasn’t.