Chapter 15 : The Real Ethridge Alston

POV Ethridge ***April 1909*** "I'm sorry to do this to you, Mr. Sinclair, but we don't really need horsemen like we used to. People have cars now. Have you considered getting the new Model T's? I heard you can get them in any color now, besides the black, sir!" "That's…" I wanted to hit the gnome so hard his little golden teeth would rattle, but Clarence hadn't done me wrong out of any real source of animosity. The way of the cowboy was losing its rugged edge as the rush dried up, and any farms were already filled to bursting with the lot of us. The circus had been a last-ditch effort to find stable work for the season before the cold settled in, and I got in trouble. Looking at the poster for their bearded lady, inspiration struck. I just hoped it would be gold. "What if I told you I had another act?" "Then I would say, tell me in the next sixty seconds because we got a line from here to Milwaukie, and we need a show for our seven-thirty today." "A real live wo