The cowboy took kindly to Magical Hugh speaking his own dialect and said, "You know sir, you look like a nice fella. I think I might let you in on a little secret."
At this point, the cowboy told Hugh an incredibly plot-convenient tale about an old wench in the woods named Magical Sue.
Sue apparently wore a hat, under which she kept a lifetime supply of insulin shots perfectly tuned to Hugh's body.
That could keep my diabetes at bay, thought Hugh.
The cowboy continued to say that she was a lonely sort, but as she was a leper, she would probably do just about anything for anybody who could claim to have the cure.
Hugh's diabolical brain got to working and he started to concoct a plan to get Sue to come to the church.
He would need an agent to retrieve her. But who?