Tippin' Hats

Everything is yes, ma'am and no, ma'am, as soon as we got into New Mexico, and it will stay that way throughout our trip 'til we get west of the Continental Divide again.

The other morning we came out of the Cowboy Cafe after breakfast.  I went across to the feed store to have a look around, and a couple of guys got to chatting with us about the hitch we have in our truck for the fifth wheel, which, as some of you know, is a special kind that you don't see too often.  One of the guys was dressed in cowboy-type duds, which isn't uncommon around here; as a matter of fact, you even hear spurs jingling on well-worn boots of working cowboys walking past you the odd time.
Anyway, when I walked up to these two guys who were standing by our truck, the guy actually tipped his hat to me!  Then, after chatting for about 10 minutes, we casually introduced ourselves, and he tipped his hat again!  Turns out he runs a chain gang for the local county jail!  My kind of man, ha ha!

Kind of weird, but Tunstall actually came from Vancouver Island, where his father had emigrated to from England, and opened a mercantile there.