Along the Fortune Trail
““Not just yet,” Sammy said, as he gave the horse a pat on the neck. “I've been hankerin’ for a sarsaparilla all month.” He stuffed his old boots in the saddlebags and walked across the street toward the Frontier Saloon, still admiring the feel of his new boots and wondering if they could improve his dancing enough to give him a chance with Jenny Simpson. Sammy laughed to himself and said out loud, “Ole Jake sure can get ya thinkin’ a whole new direction.”
Sammy pushed the batwing doors open and... turned his head to the right, letting go with a shot at the spittoon that always sat next to a near life-size carving of a downed buffalo being stood over by a frontiersman with a raccoon cap and a Hawken fifty caliber rifle. As always, the shot of juice found its mark perfectly. Sammy paused to admire the statue. It was a favorite attraction of all who wandered in, routinely serving as a conversation piece that began all manner of stories.
The rays of morning sun pushed through the two front windows to the back of the narrow room where the card games took place.MoreLess
Sammy pushed the batwing doors open and... turned his head to the right, letting go with a shot at the spittoon that always sat next to a near life-size carving of a downed buffalo being stood over by a frontiersman with a raccoon cap and a Hawken fifty caliber rifle. As always, the shot of juice found its mark perfectly. Sammy paused to admire the statue. It was a favorite attraction of all who wandered in, routinely serving as a conversation piece that began all manner of stories.
The rays of morning sun pushed through the two front windows to the back of the narrow room where the card games took place.MoreLess
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