Название: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Автор: John R. Erickson
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Hank the Cowdog
isbn: 9781591887065
isbn:
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
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 Maverick Books, Inc. 1986,
Texas Monthly Press, 1988, and Gulf Publishing Company, 1990.
Subsequently published simultaneously by Viking Children’s Books and Puffin Books, members of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 1999.
Currently published by Maverick Books, Inc., 2011
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Copyright © John R. Erickson, 1985, 1989
All rights reserved
library of congress cataloging-in-publication data
Erickson, John R.
[Hank the Cowdog and let sleeping dogs lie]
Let sleeping dogs lie / John R. Erickson ; illustrations by Gerald L. Holmes.
p. cm. — (Hank the Cowdog ; 6)
Previously published as: Hank the Cowdog and let sleeping dogs lie.
Summary: Hank the Cowdog, Head of Ranch Security, pursues an elusive chicken murderer.
ISBN 1-59188-106-4 (pbk.)
[1. Dogs—Fiction. 2. Humorous stories. 3. West (U.S.)—Fiction.] I. Holmes, Gerald L., ill. II. Title. III. Series: Erickson, John R. Hank the Cowdog ; 6.
[PZ7.E72556Le 1999] [Fic]—dc21 98-41853 CIP AC
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Dedication
For Jake and Audrey
Contents
Chapter One An Awful Fiendish Murder
Chapter Two The Case of the Moving Garden
Chapter Three Another Triumph over Pete
Chapter Four Terminal Rootabegga and Another Murder
Chapter Five The Mailman Gets It
Chapter Six An Unexpected Trip into Spook Canyon
Chapter Seven A Brilliant Interrogation of a Difficult Suspect
Chapter Eight On Trial in the Horse Pasture
Chapter Nine Drover Confesses
Chapter Ten A New Twist in the Case
Chapter Eleven The Sting Stings the Wrong Guy
Chapter Twelve Breakfast Is Cancelled
Chapter One: An Awful Fiendish Murder
It’s me again, Hank the Cowdog. The night was dark and still, the air so heavy that I could taste it. And what I tasted was . . . MURDER!!
Drover had stumbled onto the body, what was left of it, down by the creek just before dark. He sounded the alarm and I raced to the scene. In the last light of day, I conducted my usual thorough investigation.
“Drover,” I said after sifting the clues and analyzing the facts, “this was no ordinary murder. It’s the work of some kind of fiend. And he may still be on the ranch.”
“Oh my gosh! Maybe we better hide.”
I caught him just as he was about to run for cover. “Hold on, son, I’ve got some bad news. We’re this ranch’s first line of defense. If there’s a murdering fiend on the loose, we have to catch him.”
Drover shivered and rolled his eyes. “You’re right about one thing.”
“And what would that be, Drover?”
“It’s bad news. I’m scared of murdering fiends.”
“Being scared of scary things is normal, son. But you don’t go into security work to be normal. We have to be tougher and braver than your ordinary run of mutts.”
“Could I work on that tomorrow?”
“Negative. In this business, a guy never knows if he’ll be around tomorrow.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Drover, being afraid is the major cause of fear. If you can get that under control, you’ve got it licked.” He stared at me and then licked his chops. “When I said, ‘You’ve got it licked,’ I wasn’t suggesting that you should lick your chops. Are you trying to be funny?”
“No.”
“Good, because you’re not.”
“I’m too scared.”
“Let’s move out. We’ve got a job to do.”
I sent Drover off to scout the eastern quadrant of headquarters while I gave myself the more difficult job of checking out the western quadrant, which included the saddle shed, corrals, calf shed, and feed barn.
As I groped through the inky blackness, I found myself worrying about Little Drover. What if he found the fiend? Or what if the fiend found him?
I crept through the front lot, sweeping the territory in front of me with eyes that had been trained to see what ordinary eyes were unable to see.