Sheriff Winston, was the rootinest tootinest cowpoke around, known for having a bark sharp as a bullwhip, and legs strong as a steer. He was a deadeye shooter with the quickest draw in the West that had never lost a shootout in all his days. As he was patrolling the ranch at Tumbleweed Gulch, a mysterious glow in the distance caught his eye. Curious, he trotted beyond the cacti, only to be swept up by a luminous beam into a hovering spaceship.

Inside the vessel, a crew of small, green aliens bustled around, their eyes wide with excitement. They seemed to have chosen him for something special... As they fitted him with a translator, the leader squeaked, "Welcome, Winston, we have been waiting for you.."