As the sun rises red over the plains. Gold, or at least bargain, fever runs high.The wagons have rolled in. The goods are unloaded.
Across the prairie come two sharp shootin’, fast talkin’ prospectors. Chaps full of change and a fistful of dollars. Quick on the draw when the price is right.
Welcome to the wild wild Westcountry.
And the car boot corral.
Til next time, partners.
We gotta hightail it outta here.
Photos by Crazy Eye Hannah
Words by Calamity Kim
We love a good car boot rummage. Do you? If so please tell us where the best ones are so we can hot foot it over there and hustle us some bargains.