Chapter 6: Bad Luck
August 18, 20—
Saddling Cowboys
Trigger walked into Saddling Cowboys shortly after ten in the morning. He looked pale and sickly, Fargo thought, raising his head from his ledgers, which consisted of numbers, balances, and monetary growth in the last month. Fargo noticed that the man’s plaid shirt was unbuttoned down to the center of his nicely designed pecs. Blonde tangles of hair caught his attention. Trigger always had a great looking chest, which Fargo enjoyed placing his head on and using as a pillow when they were a brief couple. Some men were only good as pillows, though, and Brent Trigger just happened to be one of those men.
“Howdy,” Trigger said, removed a cowboy hat, held it in his right hand, and sauntered up to Fargo’s counter and ledgers. He carried a r
