Life in Fort Getyourrubonbbq (named for an Apache word meaning "animals crazy want to die") is tough. Plopped down in the middle of the baking land, the little town is inhospitable and dangerous. The swinging doors of the one establishment open onto sky-blue emptiness. With nothing but the barest of scenery (the lone cactus is a dreary sentinel), the townsfolk feel their life force ebbing.
Which might explain the town's two insane cooks. As a tumbleweed marks the moment, the cow and pig—driven mad by the torpor and the angry stare of the white sun—face each other in the dusty street.
Is it for vengeance that they get ready to draw? Or are they goaded by a more morbid desire, the need to die?
In other words, will the winner of the duel rub the rub on the loser? Or will he get the rub rubbed on himself?