A cowboy rode into town; at first, the streets seemed deserted, but moments later he saw a large crowd...

...It looked like the entire town was milling about the town square. A shopkeeper was nearby, one of only a few people who weren't in the square.

"What's goin' on?", queried the cowboy. The shopkeeper replied, "Today they're hangin' Brown Paper Bill."

"That's an unusual name," said the cowboy, "why do you call him 'Brown Paper Bill'?"

"Well, sir, that's because everything he wears is made of brown paper. He wears a brown paper hat. He wears a brown paper shirt and vest. He wears brown paper pants, and brown paper chaps. Even his boots are made of brown paper."

The cowboy was dumbfounded - he'd never heard of such a thing. "I can certainly see how he got his name! What's he being hung for?"

The shopkeeper slowly shook his head,

"**Rustlin'.**"