"Wow!  This place is neat," replied Gage.  "Look at that naked picture over the bar!"  His three older brothers laughed.  Nevada didn't answer him this time, having seen many of the same kinds of portraits in his travels around with the Younger Brothers Gang.  The jezebel pictures in these frontier bars were a major entertaining experience in themselves for cowhands to witness. 

 

"My name is Tom Lacey.  I'm called the Nevada Kid.  I'm from Yuma, Arizona, ma'am.  In fact, we are all the Lacey family from Yuma."

"Now I know who you look like.  You look like the Cimarron Kid.  You could pass for brothers," said Jennifer.

"Actually, ma'am, I'm his father.  These four boys are his brothers."

"Well, if you are all here, where is Cimarron?"

"That is what we came here to ask you, ma'am.  You see, he never got home from Brawley, ma'am.  We thought you might know something about his whereabouts."

"Oh my gosh, no!  I love that cowboy.  He is so good I, uh, well, actually, I just love that guy.  He was always such a, uh, gentleman," she said as she looked over at young Gage.

"Now that we all understand how good you think my son is, when did you last see him, ma'am?" inquired Nevada. 

 

"Cimarron?"  said Janice.  "You know Cimarron?"

"Cimarron is our brother," said Sundell.  "I'm Sundell, the cleanest one of all five of us brothers.  That dirty, dusty mess in the road you are now sitting on is our oldest brother, TJ.  He is supposed to be the lawyer in our family, but right now, he doesn't look like much of anything!"

"Janice, you want to get off that young man so he can get up out of the dirt!" replied her father Jesse.

 

"Ten minutes?  That's nothing to say good-bye to a cowboy," replied Jennifer.

"I know, darlin'.  That's what I told my big brother, TJ.  He's giving me ten minutes and that's all while he saddles our horses."