While I'm not a huge fan of westerns, I can't remember a time growing up when my mom didn't have a Louis L'Amour book in her hands. She tried many times to get me into them, and it might have worked if it weren't for Michael Crichton's books. :-) My grandpa also was a huge western fiction fan, not only of books, but also movies. He passed this down to my dad, and some of that rubbed off on me. Support Your Local Sheriff, Quigley Down Under, McLintock!, The Magnificent Seven... happy sigh... :-)
The devil, Tex, had tried to buy the soul of Billy at the O.K. Saloon for the cost of a blink of an eye, but instead he bought Billy's old mule called Sole. Both Tex and Sole were transported to the South pole by a kindly UFO and were gently hurled to the icy mass. This time, the devil had no angel wings to hide under for warmth and he no longer had his cowboy hat and poncho.
Sole was a bit of warmth until he ran off. After that, Tex sat down, hot, angry and boiling. He was so mad at the mule for running off and so hot that he started melting the polar cap. It liquified, leaving the devil in a large water pit. We heard a scream. This was a scream that was heard around the world.
It was, "I can't swim."