“I rode into the Family Dollar in Tombstone expectin’ tumbleweeds and hardtack, but by thunder I struck gold. They’ve got more kinds of canned beef stew than cattle in a longhorn drive, and enough cracker brands to keep a cowboy crunchin’ from sunup to sundown. The place was cleaner than a Sunday shirt, and the folks workin’ there were friendlier than a saloon keeper with fresh whiskey. If this store had been around back in my day, half the West would’ve settled down early. Highly recommend, partner.”
Dollar Stores
“I rode into the Family Dollar in Tombstone expectin’ tumbleweeds and hardtack, but by thunder I struck gold. They’ve got more kinds of canned beef stew than cattle in a longhorn drive, and enough cracker brands to keep a cowboy crunchin’ from sunup to sundown. The place was cleaner than a Sunday shirt, and the folks workin’ there were friendlier than a saloon keeper with fresh whiskey. If this store had been around back in my day, half the West would’ve settled down early. Highly recommend, partner.”