The Wild West

There's got to be a story behind this cowboy  drawing his six-shooters. But no time to get it because he was skulking in the dark. Could it be Marshal Matt Dillon? Maybe someone was stepping out with his secret love, Miss Kitty, the saloon proprietor. All I know is that Dodge City will never be the same.

Haven't slept yet. Haven't done laundry (I don't have the energy to read the manual), really haven't done much.  Have I mentioned that beginning  Monday I'm going to stay in Madera Canyon for three nights?  Yeppers. I'll sleep  just fine and dandy up there.