unforgiven

This is how we settle things in Texas.

No, not really (well, if it were up to our current gameshow host of a governor this probably would be true), this is actually just a fellow dressed up as Wild Bill at the Fort Worth Stockyards, a wee run-down tourist area of town here that has, in my opinion, seen better days. Did I mention that our city is nicknamed Cowtown?

So, I came home from tutoring and Leah was organizing/archiving some school papers. Neither of us had captured anything decent today so we took a Bliptrip: a jog north on Main to the Stockyards (which I think they still use for the exchange of livestock, but I could be wrong; I didn't read any of the historical markers because I was too busy gawking at this Wild Bill fellow, who, by the way, was tugging from a Coors Light can). After a successful trip in the later afternoon heat we came back and ate veggie burgers at home. Wasn't in the mood for cow.

Leah caught Wild Bill with his feet up.