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Bartok now embarks on the making of a Legend, with the help of Lawyer Sullivan, not to mention his own brilliant lab assistant, Huitzilopochtli Ramos. Ernest is pessimistic, and Bartok occasionally ends up with TMI.

“How’s your stamina?” “It . . . depends.” “I’m sorry I asked.”

“Nicodemus Legend leaps wide canyons, runs like a deer, swims like a spawning salmon. Except for the spawning part, I can’t do any of that.”

“We’ll compensate with science.”

Bartok briefly imagines a training programme, but Ernest is no Rocky Balboa.

They run a more or less successful test of the Bartok Tight-Focus Electromagnetic Disarmer . . .

. . . but Bartok’s attempts to recreate the ‘Legend Wings’ – the hang glider – are not so successful.

The most successful exercise, by far, is the photo shoot.

Ernest’s publisher approves.

But meanwhile, back at the Slaughter ranch, Vera has sent for a professional gunslinger to take Legend down.

Tomorrow: the triggerman comes to town! Will Ernest become Legendary in time?