The Return of the Charlie Monsters 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: 2015-04-30T18:34:43+00:00

“Yeah, but I did eat ‘em! Help, murder, I’m going to be sick, oh, my leg!”

In spite of his so-called bad leg, he made a dash down to the corrals and dived into the stock tank. For the next three minutes, he dog-paddled around the tank and gargled water to get the taste out of his mouth. Then he staggered out of the tank and proceeded to throw up his toenails, and we’re talking about all over the corrals.

The place would be contaminated for months.

It was a sad spectacle. Hee hee. Okay, it was pretty funny.

Well, to quote a wise old saying, his eggs had come home to roost. Greed hath its price, and so does Attempted Bribery. Don’t forget that he had bribed his way out of jail, only to fall victim to his own vanilla. His own villainy, let us say. It was kind of inspiring, the way his deeds had come back to honk him, and it confirmed that justice will always…

Borp.

Excuse me. It confirmed that justice will always…you know, my stomach was a little uneasy, come to think of it, but let me point out that I didn’t get sick and barf all over the ranch. Do you know why? Some dogs are tough, and some dogs are little weenies. Little weenie dogs have little weenie stomachs, and they get sick over nothing.

Take your average poodle as an example. Just say “rotten egg” to a poodle and he’ll go into convulsions. They’ll have to rush him to the vet clinic and pump out his stomach and put him on bupp. Excuse me. On medication.

Drover wasn’t a poodle, but sometimes he acted like one, and I can tell you that at several staff meetings, his weenie ways had been a major topic of discussion. There was even talk of firing him.

This latest incident with the eggs wouldn’t do him any good with the Chief Joints of Stuff. The Jointed Chiefs of…borp. Excuse me. The Joint Chiefs of Staff. Unless Drover took steps to toughen up, his future with the Security Division was going to be a matter of concern.

I don’t want to sound cold-hearted. I knew the little mutt tried to be strong, but his behavior reflected badly on the whole organization. How did it make us look when one of our employees spent half an hour, gargling water in a stock tank and throwing up all over the ranch? Bad. It stained the reputation of the entire Security Division.

Oh well. He would either toughen up or continue his weenie ways, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. I was lost in these thoughts when, all at once and out of nowhere, I heard a voice in the distance.

I lifted Earatory Scanners and began pulling in sound waves. There it was again, the voice of a child. Unless I was badly mistaken, he was calling…us, his dogs.

“Here Hankie! Here Drover! Here doggies!”

By that time, Drover had dragged himself back up the hill and was looking…well, not so good.

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