Saturday, June 13, 2009

Cat Nip Post XIV

Misery intended to follow the trail while it was still fresh, but Clarence snorted and did the nervous dance he used to alert her that company was coming. Before she stood, she hastily pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and gathered the hair fiber.

She was leaning over Clarence, checking his hoof when the sheriff rode up to her buggy. “Got trouble?”

This would have been the perfect time to tell the law about the cat she’d treated the night before. Misery didn’t.

“No, sheriff, I was on my way to check on Myrtle and her new baby when Clarence seemed to be favoring his front leg.” The sheriff’s hand dropped uneasily to his own leg, and Misery wondered what that was about.

“So, you did your magic hoodoo on the leg and it’s all better now?” His tone was derisive and she was glad she’d done no magic hoodoo on Olaf Bannister's leg.

“I guess we’ll see,” she said, running her hands up Clarence’s flank before she moved to his tail, patted his rump, and then climbed back into the buggy.

Without further conversation, Misery shook out the reins, politely nodded her head good-day and trotted her horse toward Paddy’s place.


  1. There is something up with this sheriff guy...

  2. Yeah, I was going to say. How come that Sheriff keeps showing up?

  3. yep, the Sheriff...Are his intentions fair or foul????


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