"Elmer watched his
sister storm out of the house, squeal at the sky, and then stomp off in the
direction of the barn. He shook his head. She made absolutely no sense to him.
Here they were with a warm house, honest work, and good food in their bellies,
and she was acting like they were being tortured by giant mutant ants.
Putting the slop
bucket back in the shed, Elmer headed out to the orchard with Freckles. He knew
James was ready to sell the dogs, but so far they had no takers. He really
wanted to show people what his dogs could do, but understood a dog was more of
a luxury than a necessity now-a-days. Freckles stuck close to his right side,
waiting for a command, but Elmer wasn't in the mood to train today. He was in
the mood for an adventure.
here
He slid the shotgun
under his arm and started walking south east from the orchard. He wished he had
a shoulder holster like Jack Armstrong. A good adventurer always had his hands
free in case he had to wrestle a tiger or bear, or to catch a damsel in
distress as she hung from a towering cliff.
He thought of Tiny as his damsel and quickly pushed the thought away. Tiny would never be a damsel in distress. If she was hanging from a towering cliff, she’d just scramble up the side like it was nothing, instead of waiting for some man to catch her. That was one of the reasons he liked Tiny, she was fearless and didn’t mind getting dirty when the occasion called for it."
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