Chip had three beers and wanted to dance.
Fargo tipped his Stetson and admitted, “I’m not a dancer.”
“I’ll lead and you follow. What do you say?”
Fargo shook his head. “No can do.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” Chip said.
Fargo quickly said, “You love to make deals, don’t you?”
“It’s what I live for, guy. You’re going to have to get used to it.”
Fargo nodded. “What’s the deal? Spill it before I decide to get totally drunk and make an ass out of myself.”
Chip laughed, showing his wide grin and pearly whites. Following the laugh, he said, “We have two shots of tequila, became a little numb, and you dance with me.”
It was Fargo’s turn to laugh, which he executed while shaking his head. “You’re a persistent cowboy, aren’t you?”
“Persistent, honest, and someone who really wants to dance wit
