We set out for a planned trip down Arizona 80 to Tombstone and Bisbee. The first stop was old Tombstone, about 25 miles south. We found parking spaces on the back street and locked our gear down. The first thing to come along was a stage coach (Butterfield perhaps?) giving tourists rides around town. The horses looked ample but not too fast. Wrong breed.
After the Historama, while waiting for the afternoon gunfight re-enactment, we scouted more jewelery stores. While in front of Big Nose Kate's Saloon (she was Doc Holliday's live-in friend), we saw a man photographing his young daughter (maybe ten years old) in front of the entrance. Another man in jeans and a green shirt asked the father if he was an "official photographer". Then he insisted they come inside so we followed to see what was up. We got a table and ordered cold (non-alcoholic) drinks while we watched the man in the green shirt get the young girl up on the bar and equipped her with a feather boa and six gun. Then he coached the father on the best angles to shoot the photo from. We figured this guy must be somebody. For his next victims, he picked Wrong Turn and I, posing us behind the bar with me holding the beer pump and WT holding a shotgun. I got talking to the man afterwards. His name was Steve and he owned Big Nose Kate's, The Longhorn Restaurant and a couple of other places. And he loved people. He came to Tombstone in 1961, an ex-GI from New York who the locals thought was Italian. He got in a lot of fights. Then they found he was Jewish and he got in a lot more fights. But he hung in and is now quite a local character.
Our server said Steve was by far the best boss she ever worked for. By the way, our lady was quite well endowed and, when she leaned forward to wipe off our table, I couldn't help but notice that she was carrying a Bic lighter in her cleavage.
The day was drawing to an end as they started to close up the shops. With the shadows getting long, we realized that Bisbee wasn't going to be in the cards for today, so we rode back to the campground. WT and I talked about many things and KT and Sandy did the same. Later in the evening, we heard some coyotes yipping away about something. Before too late, we all turned in for the night.
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