The Case of the Halloween Ghost by John R. Erickson

Author:John R. Erickson
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Humor, Hank the Cowdog, John R. Erickson, John Erickson, ranching, Texas, dog, adventure, mystery, Hank, Drover, Pete, Sally May
Publisher: Maverick Books, Inc.
Published: 2015-05-08T22:17:35+00:00

Chapter Eight: Junior Claims He Saw a Ghost

Well, Wallace finished his singing (or whatever it was) and looked pretty proud of himself.

“You said I couldn’t sing, son. What do you have to say now?”

“Oh g-g-gosh, that w-w-was p-pretty g-g-g-good!”

“Pretty good? I’d say it was much better than that. I’d say it was very close to a work of art, myself.”

“It w-w-was a w-w-work of a-a-art, P-pa.”

“There, you see? We’ve hit the same conclusion, and you’re right, son, it was truly wonderful, yes it was.”

“It was w-w-w-wonderful, P-pa.”

“Well, you ain’t lost all your marbles, and as long as you can still appreciate them old-timey songs, the trouble with these kids today is that they sing all this modern stuff and forgit that nobody has written a decent song since Bob Wills.”

“Y-y-yeah, I g-g-guess s-s-so.”

“Did you realize that Bob come from Buzzard, Texas?”

“Uh, uh, I think it w-w-was T-t-t-turkey, T-texas.”

“Turkey Buzzard, Texas, yes it truly was.”

“Oh. M-m-maybe s-s-so.”

“And I can’t stand that noisy so-called music with the loud git-tars and the screamin’ wimmen.”

“Y-y-yeah, m-me too.”

“Never could handle a screamin’ woman.”

“M-m-me n-n-neither.”

“Because, you see, son, a song like ‘Buzzard Love’ has real feeling. It was written back when buzzards was buzzards, and wimmen was wimmen, and love was love.”

“Y-y-yeah.”

“And it teaches an important lesson about life, and son, no matter how you slice it or what kind of bottle you put it in, life is still life.”

“Y-y-yeah, I g-guess s-s-so.”

“And it’s got nuthin’ to do with screamin’ wimmen or loud git-tars.”

“Y-y-yeah, and I’d s-s-sure like to b-b-be a s-s-singer, P-pa.”

“Well let me tell you something, son. Here tonight, in this very place, I’ve seen a change come over you. I’ve seen that good music has touched your heart. I’ve seen an uplifting of your taste in music. With these very eyes of mine, I’ve seen thangs I never hoped to see.”

“Y-y-yeah.”

“And son, on this very spot on this very night, I can foresee the day when you become a great and famous sanger!”

“Oh b-b-b-boy!”

“Yes you will, and I’ll sang with you.”

“Oh.”

“And I can foresee the day, Junior, when me and you go from town to town and from hall to hall, through the highways and the hedges, singing together the only good song left in this terrible old world: ‘Buzzard Love.’”

“J-j-just one s-s-song?”

“Yes we will, we surely will. And son, the crowds will come, and the people will come, and everyone will come from miles around to hear . . .”

I’d heard about all of Wallace’s noise I could stand. It was time for him to shut up. I had sat quietly through all that mess, and now I let out a big old loud snore.

“SKAWWWWWWWWW.”

His head snapped around and he gave me an evil glare. “Just what do you think you’re a-doin’, Dog, you’ve interrupted my, if you can’t stay awake, then maybe you ort to be taking worm pills!”

I pushed myself up. “I’ve got three things to say to you, Buzzard. Number One, nobody but a brick could listen to you very long without falling asleep.

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