The only aspect of this store that resembles "Western" is the line by the cash registers that resemble stockyards. Otherwise, you can't just put a hat on Grandma and call yourself cowboy.
This store is in sharp contrast to the Summerlin store. Where the former is laid back and mellow, the latter is hectic and frenzied. It's bellybutton to butthole with tourists. And you can't even ask a question without standing in their goat-rope line. The answer to everything is..."Stand in line." But I only have a question..."Stand in line." Where's the..."Stand in line." And after you've gone through the maze of lines, they can't answer half the questions anyway.
I did look around and felt as if the was the factory-seconds store. Most of the items seemed to all have small flaws in workmanship that made me feel as if this was were they dumped and flushed the not-so-good merchandise off on the tourists. I'd drive to Dallas before coming back here.