Bronco Billy [antikvár]

1 Welcome to the Bronco Billy Wild West Show "Bronco Billy stood in the doorway of his trailer and inhaled the warm evening breeze. He could hear the crowd settling down inside the dilapidated Wild West Show tent. Although the tent was weather-beaten from countless seasons, it looked brand new to him—or so he always wanted to make believe. Billy knew Doc Lynch, the ringmaster, was getting ready to run out toward the center of the arena and start the show, which was Billy's cue to finish putting on his costume. He turned and walked back into the trailer. Seated on his bed with the buffalo hide bedspread was his new assistant. Mitzi Fritts was past twenty years old, and, although definitely fifteen pounds overweight, she still had an adorable face. She was wearing a cowgirl costume—a white blouse with a palomino vest and a miniskirt. Her aching feet were squeezed into a scuffed pair of white drum majorette boots with little gold tassles. Billy sat down behind his makeup table and looked in the mirror at his hard-edged face. He liked to fancy he looked like one of those cowboy statues sculpted out of bronze. His ears perked up when he heard Doc Lynch's voicc trail outside and circle the trailer. "Ladies and 'gentlemen, boys and girls.*' The elbows of Doc Lynch's long brown tuxedo jacket were shiny from years of use, and the pinstripe carpetbagger slacls rt ! 9