The men came back into the barn quite late that night complaining about the few sales they made. It seems there is a big carnival in town and a man named “California Frank” had his Wild West Show there as well.
“I didn’t sell a single card,” said Fat, as he pulled off his boots.
“Everybody thought we were part of the Wild West show,” grumbled Jay.
“Yes. I was called a ‘Carnie’ more times than I can count,” Slim said as he slapped his leg with his hat. “And everyone is suspicious of Carnies.”
George came into the barn last, looking equally discouraged.
“How’d you do, George?” asked Fat.
“Not so good. No one would listen to me when I told them I wasn’t part of California Frank’s band. Seems they’re making quite a name for themselves all around town and it isn’t a pretty name. But I did get free tickets to the show for tomorrow.”
“Well, that’s something, at least,” Slim said as he unrolled his bedroll on the hay.
The next day they came back after attending the show saying they were not much impressed. “The show Pinto and I did in Boise was much better than that one,” George said with a snort.
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