Pictures of Our Town: Pistols and Petticoats


We'se got a store and a saloon. Whut's a town without a saloon?


Whut's a saloon without swingin' doors?	A town just ain't respectable without a jail to put varmints in.


Here's a head-on look at the saloon.	Here you see our bank. We're thinkin' about puttin' some bars on the windows 'cause it gets robbed a lot.


Need sum new britches? This is our Mercantile store. Hey, hows come they sell dry goods and not wet ones?	Our jail is an extra-mean one. When it rains our prisners get all wet. Serves 'em right, the law-breakers!


Whatcha think this guy done?	These young'uns got tossed in our jail during a "Jail and Bail". Their folks will come bail them out, iffen they want to, and the bail money will go toward a fund raiser.


Now there's a mean lookin' cuss!	Must be some kind of monkeys in there or somethin' to draw a crowd like that!


Kat just got done shoppin' at the Mercantile.	The saloon and bank set up fer a competition.


Us during a competition.	The mercantile and saloon set up fer a competition.


The sheriff lookin' to put you in jail?	Sagebrush is coming out of the saloon on his feet this time. He must not be done drinkin'.


That's Dinky a-playin' his fiddle in front of the bank.	Yukon Jack and Kat in front of the saloon. They sure make a purty pair to draw to, ya think?


Slim posin' in front of the Mercantile with his lady friend.	There's Sagebrush and Miss Fancy in front of the saloon. At least they ain't kissy-facing!

Here's y'all another chance to get a peek at our town.