“Muchas Gracias Sheriff” Pedro sarcastically offered his thanks to the lawman for the clothes. He wasn’t sure if it were a blessing or a curse just yet. He didn’t really want to walk through the Saloon, but there was no other way out other than the front doors. At least it was dark outside now. Who was he kidding, with those clothes on everyone and their neighbor would notice him. He would be the laughing stock of the town for weeks. But, that was the least of his worries. He didn’t have any money except for the small stash he hid in the stable. How would he buy the necessary supplies with that little bit of money? If he were only close to his spread in the mountains, he could have hundreds of dollars worth of gold in just a matter of minutes, but that was two days ride out.
Sighing in hopelessness, Pedro walked through the door into the saloon’s main room. Instantly, the room erupted with maddening laughter. Cowboys fell to the floor rolling in laughter, pants were wet, and tears of pure joy fell at the sight of Pedro. On his way out, he tipped his sombrero at the preacher man, “Padre, see joo next time.” He shuffled his red pants out the swinging doors and down the dusty street to the stable where his mule was boarded for the night. When he arrived to the stall, even his mule seemed to bray in laughter at him. “What is so funny huh?” he asked the stubborn beast. “Go ahead, laugh it up! See if joo get any carrots for dinner.” As if the mule understood him she stopped braying and nudged Pedro with her snout as if to say ‘I’m sorry’.
Pedro lied down on the straw in the stable and went to sleep. In the morning, as soon as the general store opened, he planned to buy his supplies and disappear into the mountain before too many people took notice of him.