on one side stood framed photos of the present-day town and the buildings of greene and blair streets-the courthouse , city hall , the grand imperial-all set against the backdrop of mountainsides blazing with aspen and blue sky the purity of which could exist only above nine thousand feet in the colorado rockies , and there were photos of the durango and silverton narrow-gauge railroad , the train having stopped to unload at twelfth street on a summer day , tourists leaning out of the gondola cars , smiling and waving , thrilled to spend a few hours in this romanticized mining town , to lunch in remodeled saloons and brothels , watch staged gunfights , have portraits taken in old-west costumes , children destined to return home with cowboy hats and six-shooter cap guns , tortured parents having to suffer their kids saying `` howdy , pardner '' and `` get along , now '' for the foreseeable future .