Christmas Shopping with Kid

Christmas Shopping with Kid

By Maz McCoy

(And for our astute friend out there, I know this is self serving nonsense. It’s supposed to be! Sheesh)

“What do you think?” Kid asked holding up the book so that Maz could see the cover. The Ten most Famous Outlaws of the American West.

“You know he’ll be disappointed when he finds he’s not in it.”

“I guess you’re right.” Kid sighed and replaced the book on the table. He looked around the book store. “There hasta be something here he’ll like.”

“What about Dickens? Or Twain?”

“Mark Twain?”

“Who else?”

“I reckon he’s read all of his.” He followed Maz as she moved into another aisle. Kid picked a book off the shelf. The Outlaw and the Lady. Hmm, maybe not.

“Maybe you should think of something else?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. He’s your partner. What else does he like?”


Maz picked a book off the shelf. Teach yourself poker. Maybe not. She selected another. Play better poker.

“What do you think?”

“He’d take it as an insult.”

“So…? Another topic?”

“Opening safes. And yes, I already looked for a book about great safe crackers. They don’t have one.”

“What about this?” Maz held up a book. Famous Bank robberies. “I know you two won’t be in it but he might like it.”

Kid took the book and flicked through the pages. “Okay. I think he’ll enjoy reading this, although it doesn’t look as if any of them actually cracked the safe and you know he’ll go on about that for weeks.”

Maz took it back from him.

“That’s settled then. I’ll go and pay for it. Why don’t you wait outside and try not to get into any trouble.”

“I’ll just tell anyone who asks that I’m part of one of those pants things.”


“Whatever. Why you made me wear my hat and gun to go shopping I don’t know. You know, Maz, people stare.” Not waiting for her reply Kid headed to the door. Maz watched him stroll away. Yep, when a man walked like that and looked as good as that dressed as a cowboy, people were bound to stare.


“So whatcha gettin’ me?” Kid sat back in one of the large arm chairs, apparently provided by the shopping mall for men to sit and wait for their female companions, until their services were required to carry stuff. Maz was perched on the wide arm of the chair.

“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.” Kid looked up at her from under his hat. Maz leaned closer to him, her voice little more than a whisper.

“Guess I should return my Sherriff’s outfit and the handcuffs, then.”

Getting to her feet she turned to walk away. Kid caught hold of her arm, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Don’t be too hasty.”

“I should keep them?” Maz asked innocently.

“You really got ‘em?” Maz just smiled. “Hang onto them for a while. I’m sure we can find a use for them.”

“That’s what I thought. C’mon, I’ll buy you a Mochaccino with whipped cream.”

“Is that for later too?”

“In your dreams, cowboy.” And mine too, she thought as they headed towards the coffee shop.


“It’s snowing,” Maz announced as she stood at the window.


“Everything looks so beautiful. My garden looks as good as the McCreedy’s now.”


“We could go out and make a snow-cowboy.”

“Uh huh.”

“But it’s about -5 out there.”

“Uh huh.”

“Makes you want to snuggle up by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate and the man of your dreams.”

“Just what I was thinking.”

Maz turned from the window. “You want to snuggle up with the man of your dreams?”

Kid looked up at her. “What?”

“Were you listening to a thing I said?”



“Not really.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just this…” Kid was surrounded by wrapping paper of various cut sizes, some screwed into balls. As he spoke he was flicking his hand trying to remove a piece of sticky tape from his fingers. “I just don’t see how people do this. I mean we just used-ta go into a store buy something and they gave it to you in a paper bag. No fancy trimmings and stuff.”

Taking pity on him Maz settled beside him and freed him from the tape. “Do you want me to help or do you still insist that the fastest gun in the west ‘won’t have no trouble with a little bitta tape, ma’am’?”

Two blue eyes met hers. “I could use a hand.”

“Looks like you could use two or three.” Maz took Heyes’ book and placed it onto the wrapping paper before starting her search for the scissors lost somewhere in the pile of discarded wrap.

“So what was it you were saying earlier that I didn’t hear?”

“I said…” Fold, snip, stick. “That this weather makes you want to…” Fold, snip, stick. “Snuggle up by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate…” Final fold, snip and stick. “…and the man of your dreams.” Voila!

Kid smiled. “Got anyone in mind?”

“I may have.”

“Do I get any clues?”

“Well, he’s tall, blond and handsome. He has these amazing blue eyes that make me go all weak at the knees and acting like a lovesick teenager.”

“Hmm. Anything else?”

“He has a brown cowboy hat and is really fast with his gun.”

“He’s starting to sound familiar.”

“Good because d’you know what I’d really love him to do?”

Kid leaned in closer. “What?”

“It involves that whipped cream we bought earlier.”

Kid waggled his eyebrows. “It does huh?”

“It sure does.”

“I’m liking the sound of this.”

“Good, then you won’t mind making me a mug of hot chocolate while I finish wrapping these presents.”

“Hot chocolate?”

“With some whipped cream on the top.”

Kid sighed and stood up. “Guess I shoulda known, huh?”

Kid headed to the kitchen.

“Oh, Kid!”


“Don’t use all the whipped cream on the hot chocolate.”

Kid smiled.

Sheesh, I bet you guys are making up your own stories now!

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