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Beulah. Their eyes showed the terror of what was about to happen. They knew, just as I knew, that I was about to march into a Battle of No Return.
It had to be done. I had talked my way into this deal and I couldnât back down. It was rotten luck that my supply of root stimulator had lasted just long enough to get me into a world of trouble, but that was life.
When youâre Head of Ranch Security, you donât make excuses.
I jumped up into the pickup. The effort of getting there left me drained. The sun was burning me up, wilting me, sucking the energy out of my muscles and bones.
I lifted my head and looked Shark Face in the eyes. âOkay, Rufus, I guess itâs time.â
His laugh sent shivers down my spine.
Chapter Eight: Higher Duty Calls Me to Battle
Y ou probably think that I went into deadly comÂbat against Rufus and got myself thrashed. Or maybe you think that I thrashed himâa long shot, Iâll admit, but strange things happen in this old world.
Well, the truth is that neither happened. Rufus and I were in the Preliminary Growls Stage of the big fight when, much to my surprise and relief, Slim and Billy came walking out of the machine shed and saw us.
âSay, Slim, youâd better get old Hank out of my pickup before Rufus eats him up.â
Slim came at a runâokay, not exactly a run but maybe a trot. He reached over the tailgate, grabbed me by the tail, and began pulling me backward.
I must admit that his sudden appearance had made me feel somewhat bolder. When he began pulling me backward, I locked down all four legs, leaned toward Rufus, and added a little volume to my growling. It had kind of a nice effect, the growling plus the screech of my claws on the floor of the pickup bed.
âWell, it looks like theyâve saved you this time, Rufus. One more minute and they never would have pulled me off.â
âHa! One more minute and they wouldnât have found you, jerk, âcause youâd have been sawdust.â
âYouâre a big talker, Rufus, and we know youâre the champ at beating up widows and orphans, but one of these days . . .â
His eyes lit up. âYeah? One of these days . . . what? Come on, cowdog, donât stutter. Name the day and time.â
âWell, I . . .â
âMeet me this afternoon on the hill above my place.â
âToday? Iâd have to, uh, check my . . .â
âFour oâclock. That gives you two hours to get there.â
âWell, I . . . thatâs the hottest part of the day, and donât you think . . .â
âBe there. And if you ainât there, youâre nothing but a yella chicken and Iâll be twice as mean to your girlfriend and itâll be your fault.â
By that time Slim had gotten a good grip on me and lifted me out of the pickup. Billy said good-bye and drove away. Rufus was sitting on his spare tire, looking like a king on his throne, while Beulah waved a sad good-bye and Plato squeezed himself deeper into his corner.
When the sounds of the motor faded in the distance, Slim looked down at me and shook his head.
âWell, you dodged a cannonball there, pooch. If I hadnât come out just when I did, weâd be searching for your bodily parts right now.â
Yes, I . . . uh . . . realized that, although . . .
âIt ainât smart to pick fights with the heavyÂweight champion of the neighborhood, and some people would even say itâs dumb.â He reached down and scratched me behind the ears. âBut just between us dogs, Iâm kind of proud of you for thinkinâ about it. I never did care for that hateful thing. How about a little reward?â
I perked up at that. Yes, a little reward would be nice. Or even a big reward.
âIâd sure like to buy you a steak.â
A steak? That might work.
âOnly I ainât got one, so how about doubles on dog food?â
Plain old ordinary dry dog food? Gee, I