Paper Sheriff (2016)
“He recognized Buddy’s voice and said, “It’s me, Orv.”
Buddy was mounted and therefore ready for fight or flight, and Orv approved. He approached now and reined in.
“Figured it was you, Uncle Orv, but wasn’t taking a chance.”
“Get me to some whisky,” Orv said, then added, “How are things?”
“Fine as silk.”
“Not any more,” Orv said grimly. “Who’s night herder?” Buddy told him Big John was and Orv said, “Get him in. Where’s camp?”
Buddy told him it was down the creek, and Orv rode on. Shortly throu...gh the’ trees he saw June and Emmett who, probably roused by Buddy’s initial call, were stoking up the fire.
“Hi, boys,” Orv greeted them, and they both answered, “Hi, Pa.”
“Get me a drink,” Orv said, even before he dismounted.
June went over to the rickety spring wagon out of the circle of firelight and returned with a jug. Orv, out of the saddle now, accepted it gratefully, removed the cob cork and drank deeply under the pleased scrutiny of his two sons.MoreLess
Buddy was mounted and therefore ready for fight or flight, and Orv approved. He approached now and reined in.
“Figured it was you, Uncle Orv, but wasn’t taking a chance.”
“Get me to some whisky,” Orv said, then added, “How are things?”
“Fine as silk.”
“Not any more,” Orv said grimly. “Who’s night herder?” Buddy told him Big John was and Orv said, “Get him in. Where’s camp?”
Buddy told him it was down the creek, and Orv rode on. Shortly throu...gh the’ trees he saw June and Emmett who, probably roused by Buddy’s initial call, were stoking up the fire.
“Hi, boys,” Orv greeted them, and they both answered, “Hi, Pa.”
“Get me a drink,” Orv said, even before he dismounted.
June went over to the rickety spring wagon out of the circle of firelight and returned with a jug. Orv, out of the saddle now, accepted it gratefully, removed the cob cork and drank deeply under the pleased scrutiny of his two sons.MoreLess
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