Back at the camp on the day after the night in the saloon, Trinity drinks his twentieth cup of coffee and, attempting to stand up, realizes that the combination of way
too much booze the night before and
too much coffee this morning has not had a good effect. He could raise himself, but was dizzy and very shakey! There was only one thing that could relieve this predicament... Whiskey!!!
Trinity drags over to Delmonico at the the Chuckwagon and, to his great horror, discovers that there is no more booze "Oh my god!" cries Trinity and grumbles off to his bed roll. This has to be remedied. He quickly pulls on the boots laying next to his bed and runs to his horse. Then he runs back, removes Slims boots and searches for his. After finding and donning his boots, he runs again to his horse (in a line not unlike that that a bee makes... not straight) and tears off to town.
After being gone for roughly twelve hours, Trinity begins to regret this rash move. He is hungry, he has no idea where he is, he is hungry, he doesn't know where town is and most importantly... He's Hungry! Boy wouldn't some of Delmonico's chili be good right now? Along with some of his sourdough bread to sop up the greasy remnants. Oops, did he say greasy? He didn't mean it... that is not very PC these days. He meant Delectable.
Just then a cook he had known from a previous job named Nightlinger was riding by when he recognized his old friend. Noticing Trinity's extreme hunger, but not having time (something about working with a bunch of boys) he suggested he stop by a couple of wagons he had just left...
When Trinity arrived...
Trinity forgot his need for food entirely and a new hunger welled up within his body when he saw the beauties!
"Why hello there cowboy", the girls crooned. "What might you be doing out here?" Trinity very briefly explained his need for whiskey, directions and... well, you know what else.
The evening after next, Trinity rolled out of the wagon, looked over the girls to make sure he hadn't missed one and then settled up with the Madamme. Now with all of his appetites sated (with the exception of one since it appears that one of their previous customers cleaned them out of their booze. They wouldn't say who, being the fine women of principle that they are) and a set of directions, Trinity set out for the town to complete his original mission.
On his return trip, Trinity stops back by the girls wagons (just to make sure everything is going alright) and eventually makes it back to camp hooting and hollering. As the buckboard rolls up the few pards at the camp jump up to see who is making such a racket and disturbing their gourmet meal. Trinity stands up, scratches and calls out "Sarge, there you are, we were all wondering where you disappeared to!"
The Sarge replies: "Me? what are you talking abo... say..., what's in them cases?" Trinity scratches, "Them? Them's the cases of George Dickel which Ah went to get. Ah got us a whole buckboard full. We also got us two cases of Mezcal for them that be wantin' a hurtin" Ah recon it ought to last us a few nights. Mebbe more ifn the other fellers don' come back. Ah also brung some espresssssooooo fer you, Delmonico.
Trinity scratches himself, grabs a crate and takes it to the table.