One afternoon we took off for nearby Oatman, Arizona. This is an old mining town, famed for the wild burros that roam it’s streets. Just after we drove in there was a root’n toot’n ‘gunfight’ on Main Street (well, the ONLY street).
This a tough town, with rough justice as shown by this sign in a shop window!
I had to drag Rick away from several ‘ladies of the night’ but not until I got some photographic evidence for the town lawyer. This may be a ‘hang’n offence!