Er...A Man Called Horace.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

A cowboy with a gun.
Oh, and a hat...and a horse...and...and PILES...

What was the prize again?

[Roger Kettle]

You're on fire, Tarky, on fire. However, I'm going to go with Malc's geriatric gunslinger. There were on or two other nice ideas and , if I use them, I promise to inform those involved.
Malc, if you fancy a Horace original and a Jack Nicklaus Scottish fiver, email me with your postal address.

[Colin]

 

I wanted an original

[Fyodor]

Too late as always.
How about a crazed prospector - "There's gold in them thar ..."
If you already have this or a similar character, please accept my apologies.

[Roger Kettle]

In the early days, Fyodor, I DID have a crazed prospector who used to paint potatoes gold. Great minds, eh?

[Fyodor]

DOH!!
How about a drunken doctor (sawbones)?
You'll notice how I avoid stereotypes.

[Malc]

Roger, your package arrived last night. Thank you for your generosity in adding to my burgeoning cartoon collection, much appreciated.
I'm always knocked out by the care and time spent by "real" cartoonists like Andrew, brought up in the publishing tradition.
We've had many debates over the years about how to submit work, i.e. should it be meticulously inked on bristol board (like Andrew's) or can it be drawn on typing paper (like mine)?
The answer is, any way works, as long as it reproduces well.
A return package is winging its way to Roger forthwith.

[Roger Kettle]

Glad everything arrived safely, Malc---I'll let you know when your package arrives at this end. Thanks in advance.

[The Peepmaster]

Glad everything arrived safely, Malc---I'll let you know when your package arrives at this end. Thanks in advance.

Don't say thanks yet, Roger. It might be a parcel of kangaroo poo.

[Malc]

Bugger. Now it'll look like it was your idea.