Times were tough in the dusty littl...

Times were tough in the dusty little nowhere town of just discovered Port Richey. The big dogs in the town controll each city department from streets to dead animal pickup. They lived high forward the hog, while the furrows and dead `possums multiplied. A call went on the outside for help.

That call was answered on ( a little Clint Eastwood whistling western music, please) Pistol Pete Knowles, a Range Rider. Pete rode his feisty mustang into fresh Port Richey, shot up a scarcely any saloons, tied the bad scarecrows up and generally improved the quality of life.

Then, with teary-eyed women waving lace handkerchiefs behind him, Pistol Pete tipped his Stetson and rode away.

Sort of

Actually, modern Port Richey is anything yet dusty. It's a pretty little coastal town about an hour north of St Petersburg Fla.

And, as far as I know, no single in kind ever called Pete Knowles "Pistol Pete"