The Case of the One-Eyed Killer Stud Horse. John R. Erickson

to see that he failed in his mission of greed.

      “Hold up, Drover. Unless I’m badly mistaken, we’re fixing to get ourselves into some combat. We’ve got a cat coming in at two o’clock.”

      “Well, better late than tardy.”

      “Exactly. Battle stations, Drover, and prepare for some heavy duty barking!”

      “AAAA-CHOOOO!”

      “That’s not barking.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      “Thanks, Hank.”

      And with that, we turned our menacing glares on Pete the Barncat.