To be honest, I’m not even sure what the title of the movie was. It was one of those westerns that fills the time on cable channels where you happen to stumble upon it when the football game you were watching is a blow-out and channel surfing seems a decent option.
After not too many clicks, I found the cowboy. He was cautiously creeping through the desert and sage brush, six-gun in hand, eyes and jaw clenched, watching out for trouble. However he didn’t see the snake, coiled to strike, just a foot or so from his leg.