Come Along Boys and Listen to My Tale
Later, that evening, the Cartwright sons and the Crane sons were enjoying themselves at the Silver Dollar Saloon. Frasier thought it was sort of a celebration for the Cranes. They were finally being accepted for being "one of the guys."
A thought passed Frasier's mind. "By the way, Niles why were you riding that way?" Frasier asked.
Niles gave a sheepish look and confessed. "I saw Joe talking to Daphne. He had one leg thrown over the horn rather casually. I was trying to imitate the look and my spur got caught in my trouser leg. My leg was fastened around the horn, and I couldn't get off that horse even if I wanted to!"
"Must have been frightening!" "No," replied Niles calmly, "not much different from my wedding night with Maris." He suddenly caught a case of the giggles. Frasier roared with laughter.
A feminine voice suddenly said behind Frasier, "It seems you two are enjoying yourselves. Mind if I join you?" Frasier turned his head.
"ROZ!! What are you doing here?" for there was Frasier's producer, dressed in a low-cut red silk gown with black lace trim.
"Well how'd you expect for me to get in here?" Roz retorted. Roz settled into Frasier's lap and began unbuttoning his shirt, "Wake up Frasier, this is what you wanted for a long time." Frasier got a caught look in his eyes. "Frasier, wake up."
