"I'm a real cowboy."
This new voice comes from behind and a fairly long ways above Ellie's head. It is male, because of course it is -- otherwise it would be a real cowgirl, silly -- and it is low and warm and threaded through with good humor. Turn around, and she'll get to look up up up at the Real Cowboy™ standing there. He is, perhaps disappointingly, not spinning a lariat over his head. Nor wearing a Stetston. Or a bandanna. Or a rawhide vest, or a shearling jacket, or chaps, or even spurs.
He is, however, wearing blue jeans. And boots. And those boots, unlike those fancy tooled-leather party boots that Ian and Jimmy have on, look creased and smudged and dull-tipped from kicking around in the dirt. Well-worn. Used. Worked in. Real.
"These guys are real cowboys too," he adds, crouching down on one knee to get on the kids' eye level. "They're just fancied up because it's a party and they want to impress the pretty cowgirls. Now," the grin quirks a little wider as he affects a Texas drawl, "what c'n I do ya fer, pardner?"
[HOLY SHIT IT AUTOMATICALLY PUTS A TM THERE IF YOU TYPE ( TM ) WITH NO SPACES. ™™™]
This new voice comes from behind and a fairly long ways above Ellie's head. It is male, because of course it is -- otherwise it would be a real cowgirl, silly -- and it is low and warm and threaded through with good humor. Turn around, and she'll get to look up up up at the Real Cowboy™ standing there. He is, perhaps disappointingly, not spinning a lariat over his head. Nor wearing a Stetston. Or a bandanna. Or a rawhide vest, or a shearling jacket, or chaps, or even spurs.
He is, however, wearing blue jeans. And boots. And those boots, unlike those fancy tooled-leather party boots that Ian and Jimmy have on, look creased and smudged and dull-tipped from kicking around in the dirt. Well-worn. Used. Worked in. Real.
"These guys are real cowboys too," he adds, crouching down on one knee to get on the kids' eye level. "They're just fancied up because it's a party and they want to impress the pretty cowgirls. Now," the grin quirks a little wider as he affects a Texas drawl, "what c'n I do ya fer, pardner?"
[HOLY SHIT IT AUTOMATICALLY PUTS A TM THERE IF YOU TYPE ( TM ) WITH NO SPACES. ™™™]
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.