Elroy,” Sammie said, handing Betty Lou Elroy’s niece a glossy white shopping bag with Boot Barrage’s delicately scripted double B insignia on the face. “I hope you enjoy the boots. And remember, our special Gold service is available to you whenever you want to shine them up or need assistance in any other way.” “Thank you, ma’am. And everyone always calls me Lindsay,” the young woman said sweetly. “I’ll be sure to come back soon. I’ve got my eye on a few other pairs over there.” Sammie smiled. “They’ll be here waiting for you.” Sammie walked Lindsay out and greeted another woman as she entered the boutique. In the two hours since they’d opened the doors, Boot Barrage had had a steady flow of customers. Many came to browse and have a pastry or two, and some sipped lattes and simply inquired about Sammie and how she came to open a store in Scottsdale. Others came to buy.
