Jakey of Mai City knew who he wanted to be for Halloween.

“Vash the Stampede!” he told his mother, pointing to the “Wanted” poster in the post office.

She found a remnant at the general store, and a miniature trademark red coat was ready just in time.

“Take your brother along,” she admonished, adjusting her eldest’s sunglasses. “That was the deal. He can be Vash’s sidekick.”

“Mom, Vash doesn’t have a sidekick!”

“Yes, he does.”

A cardboard cross and his Sunday best later, Tommy was ready.

Jakey scowled. “The priest didn’t win the Quick Draw contest, anyway.”

Tommy smiled. “Tied.”