Ahhh, now we are talking. A giant wooden horse stood invitingly by the swing doors , it was alone and in sad need of attention.

"Hey, Tonto, who do you belong to, fair ,gallant steed?"
"Why the Gold Cowboy is my Sire. But a lass as lovely as you should set on up in the saddle here.. Neigh !"
"Don't mind if I do," I hoisted myself gingerly into the saddle which seemed a few miles from the ground, especially after the whiskey shots from the Pexas Saloon.