Wild West Show
By Rob Rosen
Jobs being scarce in those parts, I tore the sign off the hitching post and stuffed it in my britches right quick. I waited until I got home to read it, figuring that once word got out there’d be a stampede to the hiring wagon—and I wasn’t about to go tipping nobody off.
Buffalo Bill’s Wild West it read, in big, fat, bold letters. Hiring rope riders, wranglers, sharpshooters, cowboys, and cooks. Be a part of the biggest tour of 1890. My heart thumped beneath my vest as I looked the poster up and down, hardly believing my sore eyes. Seeing as I ain’t never been more than a day’s ride from where I was born, and pretty much believing I never would be, this thing here was a gift from God himself, my ticket out of that one horse town of mine.
Now then, truth be t
