It was several weeks later and Chad was working in the storeroom of the shop. The bell over the door rang and Chad came out to see who it was. There stood a cowboy talking with Mr. Elderberry. Astonished that a cowboy would be found here, in Elderberry’s store, Chad let his eyes sweep over the man. He was tall, wore a fringed buckskin jacket, tan breeches, and tall, black leather boots. His longish, curly, blond hair hung down to his shoulders from under a western style hat. He had a Van Dyke. In his hand he carried a rolled up paper about two feet long. Chad stood transfixed.
“Certainly,” the storekeeper was saying. “I’ll have my clerk put it up for you.”
Mr. Elderberry turned and saw the young man. “Oh, there you are, Chadwick. Colonel Cody would like for us to hang a poster advertisin
