The Case of the Measled Cowboy. John R. Erickson
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The Case of the Measled Cowboy
John R. Erickson
Illustrations by Gerald L. Holmes
Maverick Books, Inc.
Publication Information
MAVERICK BOOKS
Published by Maverick Books, Inc.
P.O. Box 549, Perryton, TX 79070
Phone: 806.435.7611
www.hankthecowdog.com
First published in the United States of America by Viking Children’s Books and Puffin Books, members of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 1999.
Currently published by Maverick Books, Inc., 2013
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Copyright © John R. Erickson, 1999
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Maverick Books, Inc. Paperback ISBN: 978-1-59188-133-9
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Contents
Chapter One Strange Things Afoot on the Ranch
Chapter Two Little Alfred Has Measles
Chapter Three Red Spots on Slim
Chapter Four Stormy Weather
Chapter Five I Discover a Pool of Spring Water
Chapter Six We Fix Slim a Nourishing Lunch
Chapter Seven Oops
Chapter Eight The Red-Eyed Mummy Monster Appears
Chapter Nine Alfred Shouldn’t Have Tried to Drive the Pickup
Chapter Ten We Go Out into the Storm to Rescue Miss Viola
Chapter Eleven We Save Miss Viola from the Storm
Chapter Twelve A Happy Ending, but Just Barely
Chapter One: Strange Things Afoot on the Ranch
It’s me again, Hank the Cowdog. It all began in the fall of the year. November. Yes, it was November, a day or two after Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving always comes in November. I don’t know why, but it does.
Drover and I were standing near the yard gate. All at once the back door of the ranch house flew open and out came Loper. He breezed through the gate and didn’t even bother to speak to us. He seemed deep in thought. Preoccupied. In a hurry.
He went up the hill to the machine shed, opened the west door, and backed Sally May’s car out of the shed. This was odd. Loper seldom drove Sally May’s car.
I turned to my assistant. “Drover, something’s going on around here.”
He gave me that goofy smile of his. “Yeah, and aren’t we glad? Gosh, if nothing went on, nothing would ever happen and that would be pretty boring.”
“I think you missed the point. The point is that something highly unusual and out of the ordinary is about to happen. Would you care to hear the evidence?”
“Oh . . . not really. I’m kind of busy right now.”
I glared at the runt. “Busy? You’re just sitting there.”
“Yeah, but I’m watching the clouds, and they keep moving around. About the time I get one cloud watched, it moves away and another one comes along, so I have to keep watching. It sure keeps me busy.”
“Oh brother.”
“What do you reckon clouds are made of?”
“They’re made of . . . how should I know what clouds are made of?”
“I thought you knew just about everything.”
“You thought . . . hmmmm. Good point, Drover. I mean, I’ve never pretended to know everything about everything, but I do know quite a lot about many things.”
“That’s what I meant.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, I guess we can take some time out of our busy schedules for a few questions. Fire away.”
“Oh good. I wonder what clouds are made of.”
“That’s not a question, Drover, it’s a statement. I can’t give an answer to a statement.”
“I wonder why.”
“That’s another statement and I can’t answer it either. If you want an answer, ask a question.”
“Okay. How long’s a piece of string?”
“Two feet.”
“How about a centipede?”
“One foot.”
He turned to me and twisted his head around. “I thought a centipede had a whole bunch of feet.”
“A centipede has a whole bunch of feet, Drover, but is only one foot long. You see, the word ‘centipede’ is made up of two parts: ‘centi’ and ‘pede.’”
“I peed on an electric fence one time.”
“‘Don’t interrupt.”
“It sure woke me up.”
“Hush. ‘Centi’ comes from the root word ‘cent,’ and a cent is one penny. Therefore, it follows from simple logic that a centipede is only one foot long.”
“I’ll be derned. How does he walk on one foot?”
“I didn’t say he had only one foot. I said he was only one foot long.”
“Boy, what a miracle. All those legs and only one foot.”
I gave him a withering glare. “Drover, sometimes I get the feeling that you’re not paying attention.”
“Yeah, I keep watching the clouds, but that gets kind of boring.”
“Then why do you keep watching them?”
“I don’t know. Can’t think of anything else to do . . . I guess.”
I marched several steps away and tried to clear the vapors out of my head. “Drover, sometimes I feel you’re trying to lead me into a state of chaos.”
“I thought it was Texas.”
“Please don’t say another word.”
“Okay.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You just said another word.”
“I did? Gosh, I didn’t hear a thing. Maybe I’ve got some wax in this ear.” He sat down and began scratching his left ear with his left hind leg. “No, the ear’s okay, but this leg’s killing me.”
“We should be so lucky.”
“What?”
“I said, nothing’s wrong with your leg.