Chapter 7Finally they both put on a few pieces of the owner’s extensive costume stock and posed for pictures at the Blacksmith Shop which actually held a studio just for that purpose. Dan donned a pair of garish chaps, a big black hat, and a gunfighter holster rig with two shiny .45s. Trek ambled up to his side and gave him a poke in the ribs while the photographer got ready to take the shot.
“Damn, you look super delish in that outfit. I’d prefer you in only the chaps and not one stitch more, though. And you don’t need to carry a big gun—at least not another one.”
Trek’s stage whisper made Dan blush. Still, he could not help feeling flattered and also excited. Maybe he could borrow a pair of real chaps from one of his fellow officers who maintained a little ranch a few miles out of town
