I Rode for the Wigglin’ W

Flynn McGuin claims to remember the summer of ’77. He was 19 and working on a ranch whose owner was delusional, at least one of his coworkers was brain-dead, and the foreman once hanged a man for telling puns. With sly wit and his trademark tongue-in-cheek humor, McGuin delivers everything you’d expect in a rollicking Western parody: Evil villains, bar-room brawls, scheming swindlers, a talking mannequin, and of course, forbidden love.