I think every bad guy in the Old West fell for Roy's old trick of cutting the saddle cinch, and tying the lariat to a tree. It was only when push came to shove that Roy's nickel plated sixguns magically appeared in his hands. Then, some rascal was sure to lose the use of his gun hand for a while. In between, there was always time for a song or two, punctuated by Roy's incredible talent for yodeling. Think about it.
Some people march to a different drummer.
Roy allemanded left when the rest of the world sashayed right.