“Unbelievable,” Charlie said. “Didn’t we just agree no cowboys?” “Look,” I said. “I didn’t request a…” I glanced back to the instructor for reference and then got stuck. “A six-foot-three backwoodsman with a butt like a quarterback wearing a longhorn belt buckle and ostrich boots. But it happened. What am I supposed to do?” “My opinion of you is plummeting,” Charlie said. “This is your type?”
