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| Are you tired of looking like a greenhorn fresh off the train from New York City by way of the general mercantile? Well listen up.
"Sage, how come is it that we wear practically the same clothes bought at the same place and you always look more cowboy."
Two reasons: I am more cowboy. And I have a secret weapon.
"Secret Weapon? What secret weapon?"
Why this right here. Mama Sage's Trail Dirt in a can.
"Trail Dirt in a can. That's ridiculous."
Okay.
"No wait!"
"Yes, tell us how it works."
Well, first of all, Mama Sage collected trail dirt from the Chisolm Trail. Then she ground it to the right size. Light enough to spray, but heavy enough to stick. By spraying it in short bursts, you can control the look: Everything from Sunday-go-meeting buckboard to prairie dust storm."
"What's that smell?"
Ode de Cattle Drive.
"Why Sage that's amazing!"
It is at that.
"Where can I get some?"
The only way you can get it is to log onto Mama Sage's BP Boutique home of Mama Sage's Designer Black Powder loads.
"What's it cost?"
It's only $9.99.
"Sign me up for some."
"Me too."
Sorry boys ya have to log on to Mama Sage's BP Boutique.
"Hey look at that lady. She sure is purdy."
"That is one woman."
"Why Sage, I do declare. Your wearin half the state of Texas. You best come home with me. I'll pour you a hot bath and wash them clothes. Then you'll be proper for the dinner I'm gonna make you."
Adios Amigos. I gotta go.
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