“That town is called Evade,” Glenda said. “Mostly cowboys and bars.”
“Cowboys?” I asked. Since I had no idea what a cow looked like, I couldn’t imagine what a boy cow would be, or why they would build a town.
“Cowboys are men who take care of the cows,” Glenda said. “For some reason they’re called that in just about every dimension there are cows or cattle.”
I wanted to ask her what a woman who took care of cows was called.
“In this dimension,” Glenda said, “the cowboys are a strange bunch, let me tell you.”
Aahz stood, staring at the town in the valley below them.
“In what way?”
Glenda shrugged. “They seem to treat the cattle almost like they were sacred. They never hurt a cow, they never push a cow too hard, and they always talk nice to the cattle. And they protect them against anything.”
“Now that is weird,” Tanda said.
“Why?” I asked.
Aahz looked at me with one of his looks that said I was asking too many questions. I knew that look well, since I saw it two or three times a day.
“Because, in most dimensions, cows are nothing but food. Here, killing a cow is a hanging offense.”
“So what do these cowboys look like?” I asked. For once, courtesy of my earlier adventures, I knew what a hanging offense was. In fact, I knew about it intimately enough to not want to dwell on the memory.
“Actually, in this dimension, they look a lot like the three of us.” Glenda laughed. She glanced at Aahz. “We’re going to have to do something about you, though, big boy. They don’t know about demons here, let alone Pervects.”