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“No, no, Chaps only uses them, but they’re free for other places or it wouldn’t be worth it.”
Damon and I smiled at each other. Damon said, “Slutae dildo swag bags for opening night.”
I laughed, and Memphis joined me. “My love, that is brilliant. Dildos, the camo underwear the company has, we can add them for the nature excursions.”
“Fuck! That’s fucking genius!”
Memphis was into it with us then. “Get them to make some special bridle and bit sets for the place, maybe some pony masks and have the go-go dancers wear them.”
I sunk a little. “We weren’t planning go-gos.”
“For opening night,” Damon suggested. “Put them in little, mobile corrals! Just then, maybe other big celebrations. I don’t know where we’d get them, but…”
“Chaps,” Memphis said simply. “If you all was to go in with them some, trade advertisin’, say, I think they’d like that just fine. I know some people that run the place. Used to know the old owners real good, but they sold and moved off to the mountains.”
The plans I hadn’t so much as thought of were all coming together too. I felt relief and excitement grow in me. “Damon, this might just be prosperous, and we never have to leave home.”
“We don’t now.”
“Oh, that’s right!”
After more conversation, we went looking for our boys and found them in the stable. They were brushing Puck together. “We need more tack,” Joel sniped at us. “Had to go searchin’ for brushes, for fuck sake!”
“You’re from Oklahoma, aren’t ya?” Memphis asked Joel, surprising me.
“Yessir, I sure am,” Joel said, eyes bright. “How’d ya know?”
“Accent. I knew some fellas from there. Southeast Okie, almost to Arkansas.”
“Yessir! Well, I’ll be.”
Xen came over to Memphis and sweetly tugged on his shirtsleeve. “Tack?”
“Oh, that in the trailer?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a sweet thing to think on it.” Memphis complimented him then asked us, “We have some tack in the truck, enough to get ya through the first couple days, ‘til you’re set up. Would you like ta borra it?”
I figured borra meant borrow, but while I was figuring that out, Damon said, “Sure! There’s a tack and feed in town, but it’s closed on Sundays. Everything in town is closed tomorrow.”
“Figures, little towns do that. No problem.” He looked over to Xen, and his voice changed. I had noticed it before, but when Memphis spoke to Xen, he did it so much gentler. “Babe, can you get the tack for them before we git to bed?”
“Yes,” he said in a small voice I could barely hear, and I was close to him.
“Good boy.”
Joel spoke, having heard Memphis calling Xen good boy . “Y’all are into that stuff too? Like they’re doin’ me?”
Damon laughed and slapped the side of the stable. “Joel! We’re not doing it to you, you’d be an active participant.”
“Same differ’nce.”
Memphis understood. “Me and Xen, we both were in it before we met, so that part came easy.”
“Hell, I wanna do it now, but they all got the danged ol’ rules and such. Drives me crazier than a soup san’wich.”
Damon and I looked over at Joel after that statement, and I felt the laughter boiling up before it came, and Damon joined me heartily. Even Xen was giggling in that silent way he had.
