The Case of the Falling Sky by John R. Erickson

Author:John R. Erickson
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: cowdog, Hank the Cowdog, John R. Erickson, John Erickson, ranching, Texas, dog, adventure, mystery, Hank, Drover, Pete, Sally May
Publisher: Maverick Books, Inc.
Published: 2015-05-06T18:43:17+00:00

“Yes, that’s correct. Pretty impressive, huh?”

His gaze went up to the sky and then back down to me. “Who told you that?”

“What makes you think that anyone told me anything? Have you no faith in my ability to solve complex equations and come up with HICK solutions of my own?”

“Well . . . it sounds kind of crazy. And you’ve got the hiccups.”

“Drover, over the years and centuries, small minds have always found it hard to grasp the workings of science.”

“Yeah, but . . . you didn’t hear about it from Pete, did you?”

“Pete? Ha ha ha! What does a cat know about . . .” The laughter died in my throat. “Why do you bring up Pete at a time like this?”

“Well, I don’t know. It sounds like something he might tell a dog . . . to get him in trouble.”

“Trouble? Rubbish. Pete had nothing to do with it, almost nothing at all, and even if he had . . . what are you saying, Drover? Out with it. Are you saying that I was dumb enough to fall for one of Pete’s famous tricks?”

“Well . . . I was wondering about that.”

“Let not your heart be troubled, son. I’ve got everything under control. Did you happen to notice that the sky hasn’t fallen?”

Drover looked up at the sky. “Yeah, but I thought we’d decided it was just a silly chicken rumor.”

“We did, but . . . Drover, things are changing all the time. It’s too bad you happened to fall asleep and missed out on an important conference on Celestial Collapses.”

“You mean, with Pete?”

“No, I don’t mean with . . . okay, maybe Pete was there, but let me hasten to add that his part in the deal was small, very small, almost . . .”

At that very moment, we heard . . . well, the sound of a door opening . . . the back door of the house. Drover’s eyes went to the door, and whatever he saw caused his ears to jump. “Uh-oh.”

“What? Say that again?” At that point, our communication link with Drover went dead. Do you know why? Because the little goof scrambled under the car. “Hello? Drover? I must warn you that it’s very hard to carry on a HICK conversation with you when . . .” Derned hiccups. I just couldn’t get rid of ’em. “Drover, come out here at once! And that is a direct . . .”

I heard the squeak of the gate hinges. Apparently, someone or something had just come out of the house and had walked through the . . .

HUH?

Uh-oh. It was . . . uh . . . Sally May. And I seemed to detect a certain . . . well . . . fire in her eyes, almost as though . . . she looked mad, might as well blurt it out, but mad at what? What could have caused that fire to erupt in her . . .

At that very precise moment, I heard another sound, and this one wasn’t caused by the squeaky gate hinges.

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