Tortilla Flats

It was a clear blue mornin' as Paw and I saddled up to head up over the mountain.  He had on his boots and cowboy hat, equipped for a long ride up the mountain.  Our horses are used to the rocky terrain and have never gotten off the trail. (In spite of my constant screaming "look out".)  Paw always wants me to enjoy the scenery but someone has to watch for rattlesnakes since Paw sure pays 'em no mind.  We met up with Margaret and Gil Turpin at the stagecoach stop known as Tortilla Flats.  They have some good grub for sale so we were able to fill our bellies.  Then Margaret and I posed for a picture outside.  They have these fancy things for you to pose in.  Some people put them in their outhouses but I think they are too purdy to waste them in there.

Margaret has been doing good in her shoot-outs with the onery creatures trying to take over her body.  She's winning these gunfights.