In many ways, the times when we dueled each other to solve problems were a lot simpler. Someone wronged you, you just called them out, and bam, that was the end of it next day at high noon. How easy is that? Of course, in the reality of the Wild West, it was a logistical nightmare, and The Bearded Man is so grateful that those days are gone. I mean, where do you draw the line? When everything's a duel, anybody can be as big of a jackass as they like. And no one can stop them, unless of course they're willing to duel *them*, and the cycle continues... Someone cut you off? Time for a duel. Breakfast served 5 minutes late? Yep, that's a duel too. Eventually, the cost of bullets alone got so expensive The Bearded Man screamed towards the heavens ?There's got to be a better way!? On one occasion, The Bearded Man bumped into a cowgirl's horse. She challenged him to a duel the next day. He hated to do it. When it came time to duel, they each fired off exactly one shot, hitting each other square in the heart. She looked at him and said: ?there's a hole in your heart that matches mine?? To this day, they are the only two people ever to survive getting shot in the heart. Mysteries of the universe, I suppose.