Just as he started off with his new gear, Sombra called him back. “Hey, boss man, how about meeting me at the barn after supper? I’ll see if I can find a couple of pairs of chaps you can try for size.”
Somewhat surprised, Chaz agreed. Perhaps chaps were the only thing on the other man’s mind, but then again, perhaps they weren’t. At any rate, he’d be there around dusk.
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Sombra managed to keep his expression impassive, although he wanted to laugh at the emotions that flashed across the Englishman’s face. Well, I know of one chap who’s in for a surprise. He whistled a merry tune as he headed for the tack shed. Time for the second step in the training of Charles Darwin-Smythe, and Sombra knew he was just the man to do it.