But he liked Western stuff better--a lot better than cabaret stuff where you had to smoke one cigarette after another--and he wished she could see the stills in the Buck Benson outfit, chaps and sombrero and spurs and holster.

He'd never had two guns, but the one he did have he could draw pretty well.

There would be his hand at his side, and in a flash he would have the gun in it, ready to shoot from the hip.

And roping--he'd need to practise that some.

Once he got it smack over Dexter's head, but usually it didn't go so well.
Probably a new clothesline didn't make the best rope--too stiff.