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“Hi, Sarah. Chris has told me so much about you.”

“Was it good or bad?” Sarah had an incredibly pleasant voice. Brian thought to himself that it was as pure, clear, and sweet as a mountain stream. He knew the words should have been sarcastic from anyone else, but she somehow made them sound so genuine.

Brian decided he would investigate not only her reply, but also Chris’ accusation of her gullibility. “Definitely bad, Sarah. You should have heard what he was saying.”

“Chris!” Her articulation had changed from polite to angry, but to Brian, the sound of her voice was still wonderful. “I thought I could trust you!”

Brian quickly decided it would be best for him to break in to prevent any further damage. “Sarah, it’s OK. I was just kidding. I thought that you were as well when you asked. Believe me, I haven’t heard anything out of him about you except for compliments.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” Brian realized that Sarah genuinely was extremely naive. He decided that it was in his best interests to change subjects. “So, I hear Cabela’s is still hiring some in-store employees. They hire at sixteen, too.”

Nancy was the first to voice her opinion at this. “I’ve been thinking about applying, but I’m not sure if it will fit in to my schedule with all the tough classes I’m taking this year. Speaking of Cabela’s; according to that sign, we just entered Cabela’s land.”

“Cabela’s land?” asked Brian, “This place really must be as big as I hear. I can just barely see the parking lot from here.”

“Why do you think they would put the largest hunting and fishing goods store in the world in Sidney, Nebraska, of all places? I mean, come on, all 8,000 of us would have to buy something from here every day just for them to stay in business.” Chris, for the most part, wasn’t a cynic, but occasionally he enjoyed arguing. “Your mom works there, doesn’t she, Nancy? Has she ever said anything about why they built it here?”

“Well, from what I can tell, they do most of their business from the mail-order magazine. They probably decided to put the main distributor’s headquarters here because Nebraska’s kind of in the middle of the United States. They’ll get more interstate business than business from Kearney and us.”

“Gee, thanks for that in-depth analysis of my shallow question, Nancy.”

“Anytime,” she returned. It seemed strange to Brian how quickly Nancy had changed tones from very friendly, outgoing, and seemingly at a constant temporary loss for words to overly analytical and rattling words off like an accomplished debater. He could not seem to tell whether she was trying to be funny by her answer to Chris’ question or if she were simply the type who not only makes quick changes of style, but also overanalyzes everything.

“Look at the horses!” Brian had become so captivated with Sarah that he barely noticed the childish way in which she had pronounced ‘horses’ with a long ‘e’ at the end.

“Uh . . . Huh-Huh. Horses are cool,” Chris broke in.

“Okay. You all ready? Good, let’s go,” Brian said.

As they stepped out of the car and approached the front row of glass doors, a man in a white tuxedo reached for the door handle and swung it wide open, allowing the group to pass into an outdoorsman’s paradise. The scene in the center of the store was incredible. A seventy foot high mountain sat atop a huge square, each side measuring about 120 feet. Around the outside of the square were various plaques, each describing one or more animals on display. Three snow white mountain goats stood on the top of the mountain, just above ice sickels hanging threateningly from the rocks. A howling coyote sat about halfway between the top and bottom of the mountain. Below it were two elk, a huge brown bear standing on two feet, two small deer, two huge moose, a panther, and a rabbit being chased by a fox. Above the entire scene hung a flock of large birds, each spanning about five and a half feet from wing to wing.

Along the left side of the store stood three immense tanks of fish that were surrounded by tons of hooks, lures, poles, reels, and small bass boats. Behind the fishing accessories were dozens of isles of various outdoor clothing items. In the middle of the clothes stood two imminent grizzly bears, each about seven feet high. Behind the clothes was a door with a sign over it. The sign read, “Coming Soon: The Discount Cave.” Next to ‘The Discount Cave’ stood the ‘Something for Everyone’ gift shop. Most of its occupants were women and smaller children. As far as the group could tell, with the exception of the small deli, the ‘Something for Everyone’ shop was the only place in the entire store that had nothing to do with hunting, fishing, or camping.

Along the right side of the store stood more isles of hunting and camping clothes, as well as an assortment of heavy dress shirts with Cabela’s logos on them. Rows of bows and arrows sat behind the shirts, and behind archer’s heaven was the hunting section. The selection of hunting equipment was perhaps the most impressive Brian had ever seen. Nearly fifty yards of large guns sat behind the employees’ counter, just waiting to be bought. The handguns sat idlely in the glass counters. People strolled along the counter, stopping periodically to peer at a hunting weapon that took hold of their interest. Unorganized boxes of ammunition and bird calls had been dispersed among the vacant remaining shelves. To the far left, another animal exhibit was visible. This one comprised a single, heinous looking tiger. A large, arched sign with the word ‘Africa’ on it in red

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