you say?" asked Cowboy Bob.
"Indeed, buckles," said I.
There was little more for us to say on the subject of buckles. Cowboy Bob was a dead ringer for Juliet Proust in drag, and a comely cowboy he wasn't. For what it's worth. I mean, none too many real cowboys look like Val Kilmer, that's fer sure. Anyway, ol' C.B. was always a frequent visitor to our shop, GoldMountainTrading but now that he's gotten himself over that whole The Great Buckles & Bulls Breakdown of his, well, we see him even more.
It had been four months since Cowboy Bob was released from the Tylene County Hospital. He had a quite a blow to the noggin' at that summer's fair, trying perhaps one year too many to make those eight seconds holdin' on to the back of an angry bull. Like always, he cinched down his buckles and held on for life.
I didn't want to tell him this but quite a number of not-so-polite people had intimated to him that it really wasn't the bull that caused him to be hauled off by ambulance. Despite the trauma, he had remembered chattin' me up there at the 43rd Annual Tylene Buckles Invitational Rodeo. Actually, our convo was just a few short minutes before his ill-fated Buckles & Bulls Breakdown, so he kinda had me cornered. Ironically, I was cornered right there at GoldMountainTrading to the right of our Montana belt buckles display. And our Indian buckles display was just on the left.
in tarnation are you handin' me, Mr. Baskin?"
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