Chapter Two
				     Rosalee
	As we came in to "town" I was shocked at the size of it. There was a
main street made out of golden orange dirt. Around this street all the shops
seemed to be based and farther back were the homes. It seemed that the
saloon, the hotel, and the dressmaker were about all that occupied main
street. Billy and I walked into the hotle and we got a room, having me pose as
his son. Billy took some money from his boots a grabbed my arm.
	"Where are we going?"
	"To the dressmaker, you can't fit in with those sort of clothes, and your
shoes, well you won't stand a chance riding a horse in those things."
	"Fine then, but I have to ride a horse?"
	"Yes and that reminds me we have to get you a horse before we leave
town."
	"Where are we going to buy horses? I don't see anyplace around."
	"Buy, Billy doesn't buy horses he takes horses."
	"You mean we're going to steal them?"
	"Why wouldn't we, we'll do it right before we leave, then they will
found out our truee identities, Billy the Kid and his sidekick Zaceriah the
Short."
	"Fine, I'm just not up to the stealing part. We might as well go see this
dressmaker, but I'm not wearing a dress!'
	"Well you wouldn't look that bad, with your high voice, but your hair
just isn't long enough."
	"Come on let's go, enough with the hair."
	We walked down to the local seamstress. The shop was dusty but in
the middle of the gloom was a bright face. The seamstresses daughter, who
was apparently training to be a seamstress herself was the one that did all the
measuring. Rosalee told me she was twelve years old and on her way to
become a famous writer, unfortuantely for her Rosalee's mother didn't
apporve of writing as career and was confining her daughter to the world of
sewing. Her long chestnut hair was drawn back in a bun, strict looking, like
her mother, but the few fly away pieces gave a mischeivious look to her. I
knew that she was the most caring person I had ever met, and this time for
sure she didn't like me for being famous, after all, she would be dead by the
time I was even born! Her soft hazel eyes peered into mine and I was
intranced. In the meantime Billy was going over to the saloon and as soon as
the the measurements were done I was instructed to join him for supper and a
drink. I think I'll pass on the drink.