Sabbath shoot-out is a-comin'

24 hours til the big shoot-out.
The SOB stew is simmering.
Cowboy beans are in slow-cooker.
A has spears ready for roasting brats over the fire.
D is bringin' Annie Get Your Gun Buns and Jessie James Juice. (I don't know.)
In other kitchens, elsewhere animals are being slaughtered, saucey mixes are brewing, and vegetables are being hacked.
DH has guns and targets ready.
P has ammo and rifles packed up.
The sheriffs have been notified.
Joe says, to the other side of the farm for all that bangin' and shoutin'. His two Amish-raised Percheron mares must be considered, and the chickens must not delay growing up to lay their eggs.

But first we'll go to church.
And we might pray that it won't rain.