After the flight attendant asked him to put his seat in the upright position, Drew stretched his legs as best he could in the narrow aisle. Sleeping in the cramped seat left his still-tender back in knots. Grumpy was the prevailing expression on the faces of those walking to the baggage claim area. With his comrades in misery, Drew stepped onto the escalator leading to the baggage claim area. He spotted Sapphire, waiting with a limo driver. Drew tried not to laugh, but couldn't help himself. Sapphire looked a lot more like Dale Evans than Roy Rogers this morning. He wore a teal Western shirt covered in long, silver fringe. Red roses were embroidered on the pockets. A wide belt with a flashy, silver buckle held up jeans that looked painted-on. The red scarf around his neck matched his boots. An ash-blond wig completed Sapphire's outfit. Drew could only imagine what the cowboy standing next to Sapphire thought when he first laid eyes on him. Dressed in black, formal Western wear, the driver looked as though he couldn't wait to put a few states between himself and Sapphire.
