Rattle, Rattle Tacky Blue Glitter THEN! Way back at the end of Season Two, we learned that Samuel Colt -- of The Fucking Colt That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't fame -- built a series of railroads in Wyoming that formed a massive Devil's Trap protecting the portal to Hell. More recently, My Sweet Baboo shoved Dashing El Deano backwards through time so Our Intrepid Hero could interfere with his parents' lives, thereby setting in motion the disastrous series of events that led to last season's abortive Apocalypse. And finally, back in February, Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon led an especially tragic sartorially challenged virgin into his tastefully appointed makeover den, where he changed her life forever. "Doesn't she look fabulous?!" Yes, Raoul. Yes, she does, but I'm afraid I must ask for your silence, as it's time for the...

...Rattle, Rattle Tacky Blue Glitter NOW!, which once again this evening is a LYING LIAR WHO LIES, for the instant it vanishes from our screens, the just-appearing location card informs us we've arrived in "Sunrise, Wyoming," on "March 5, 1861." Actually, the just-appearing location card is also a LYING LIAR WHO LIES, because this is clearly Cold Oak, South Dakota, but we haven't time to scream about that because the camera's already leapt forward from the wide establishing shot to focus in on a swinging iron sign for the "Western Courier" delivery service, which will become very, very important at the very, very end of this episode, so remember that name. "I'm writing it down now!" Excellent, Raoul. And after a couple of moments of that, the camera scuttles down to ground level, where it tracks the heavy, deliberate footsteps of a spurs-sporting, duster-encased gent whose identity will remain a secret for exactly twenty-five seconds. Another pair of manly, cowboy-style legs appears on the town's wooden sidewalk before stepping down into the mud of the street, and as various tense womenfolk glance nervously out their windows at the scene, the two gentlemen square off for a duel at -- wait for it -- high noon. We're treated to an extreme close-up of the second, black-clad gent loudly cracking every joint in his clearly arthritic hand before the camera sweeps up to take in his face, and it's... Radioactive Ted from Heroes! Haven't thought about that show in a really long time, and as I'm not particularly thrilled to be thinking about it now, let's travel with the camera back to the first gentleman, where it pans up past the sheriff badge pinned to his vest before settling on his face, and it's... Dean! Dun-dun-DUN! Our Intrepidly Time-Traveling Hero, all steely-eyed and such, glances up at the town's clock as it strikes the hour, and the shot whips back to a wide-angle just as Dean and Radioactive Ted whip their pistols from their holsters. The screen suddenly snaps to black, and in the darkness, we can hear the two fire.