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adventure,
Mystery,
Texas,
dog,
cowdog,
Hank the Cowdog,
John R. Erickson,
John Erickson,
ranching,
Hank,
Drover,
Pete,
Sally May
very moment, just as I had disposed of Droverâs ridiculous theory, I heard a noise behind me. In one rapid motion, I whirled around and cut loose with a withering barrage of . . . hmm, Slim seemed to be coming out of his coma, the one brought on by a savage blow to his head.
That was good news, great news. By George, Iâd been pretty worried about him. I cancelled all barks and leaped up on the hay beside his potsrate body and began giving him Emergency CPR Licks on the face. That brought him around.
He pushed me away and said, âQuit.â Then he sat up and yawned. âYou birdbrains. I come down to the hay barn to take me a little nap and you show up like ants at a church picnic, barkinâ your fool heads off. You got something against hired hands takinâ a little see-ester?â
HUH?
I cut my eyes from side to side. Okay, maybe Drover had . . .
If he was going to take a nap, why didnât he just call it a nap? How can a dog run a ranch when people go around speaking in five different languages?
Siesta baloney.
Suddenly Slim cocked his ear and listened. âGood honk, dogs, the calves are running!â He grabbed his hat and headed for the corrals. For a moment Drover and I were alone. I beamed him a glare of purest steel. He gave me his usual silly grin.
âDrover, sometimes I think youâre trying to make a mockery of my position on this ranch.â
âYeah, but I figured it out, didnât I?â
âEven a blind hog finds a piece of baloney once in a while.â
âWhat does that mean?â
I didnât have time to explain the obvious. I went streaking down to the corrals, where we found . . . youâd be shocked if I told you we found MysteriÂous Esther, wouldnât you? Well, we didnât, and for the very best of reasons. Obviously, she didnât exist. Sheâd come straight out of the trash heap of Droverâs imagination.
No, we didnât find Mysterious Esther. We found Slim standing beside the fence, watching 146 head of insane steers and heifers running around the weaning pen. I took up a position right beside him, and together we beamed disgusted looks at the cattle.
âStupid calves, whatâs got into âem now? Uh-oh. Do you see what Iâm a-seeinâ? Stray dogs, Hank, four of âem, and theyâre chasing our little darlings. Iâll go for my shotgun. You go whup the tar out of âem.â
Yes sir!
And so the adventure began.
Chapter Two: I Arrest Four Stray Dogs
S lim trotted off to the house. I whirled around and was ready to address Drover when he came limping up. âOkay, men, hereâs the situation. Weâve got a Code Three out there in the weaning pen. Itâs liable to be a combat engagement, so lock and load, and prepare for the worst. Any questions?â
Drover raised his paw. âYeah, this old legâs about to quit me.â
âThatâs not a question, trooper. Weâll handle comÂplaints after the battle. Any more questions?â
Drover raised his paw. âCan I go home?â
âNegative. Youâll join me in combat against four stray dogs.â
His eyes popped open. âFour stray dogs! I thought it was a woman spy. Boy, I sure get confused.â
âYouâre right, Drover, but being right for once wonât get you out of combat. And neither will being confused. Letâs hit the beach and give âem the full load of barking. Good luck, men.â
And with that, we shot under the fence and went streaking out into the weaning pen. I could see them now, four scruffy-looking mutts whoâd drifted out from town and were shopping around for trouble. Well, theyâd come to the right place for that.
As I drew closer and got a better look at the mutts, I realized that Iâd seen them before. It was Buster and Muggs and their gang of town dogs. Remember them? I absorbed this information with . . . uh . . . mixed emotions,
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