The men left for town in a noisy horseless carriage they called a “Depot Car.” They were carrying calendars and cards to sell in Helena. When they returned, George was talking excitedly about meeting up with the man who had been the fire chief before his retirement.
“Can you believe it? The old man showed me some famous paintings by ‘Cowboy’ Russell,” George said.
“Who’s Cowboy Russell?” Slim asked.
“Only the most famous painter in the whole country,” Jay said.
“The whole country?” Slim said. His raised eyebrows and cocked head showed me he wasn’t convinced.
“Well, one of the most famous, and certainly the most famous in the West,” George said. George was quite taken by the paintings he saw, and described them as depicting the Wild West we had been traveling through all these long days.
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