The Case of the Swirling Killer Tornado Read online

  And this is Chapter Twelve and we’re running out of time and space to come up with a happy ending.

  Pretty sad, huh? You bet it was but don’t give up yet.

  With nothing better to do, we hung onto our respective branches, and I mean hung on for dear life. We got zero sleep and I had to listen to Drover whimper, cry, squeak, and moan for the rest of the night.

  Then, at last, I saw the faint glow of morning appear on the eastern horizon. Knowing that the sun could not possibly rise without a good stern barking from the Head of Ranch Security, I was forced to perform this crucial task from the top of the tree.

  I mean, if we didn’t get that sun barked up, fellers, we might have been stranded in total dark­ness for days or weeks. So I did my duty and barked it up, and whilst I was in the midst of my Bark Up the Sun Procedure, what do you suppose I heard?

  A door slam. Then a voice . . . a voice that sounded slightly familiar . . . a man’s voice which said, if I can remember the exact quotation, which said, “Shut up, you idiot dog!”

  HUH?

  My goodness, that voice sounded quite a bit like Slim’s, and then I glanced down and noticed a house down there on the ground, and a tall skinny man, wearing nothing but underpants and boots, standing out on the porch.

  Holy smokes, that was Slim the Cowboy! The tornado had carried us two miles down the creek and deposited us in that big cottonwood right in front of Slim’s house—what a terrific struck of loke—and all at once I was filled with joy and began barking with all my heart and soul.

  Stroke of luck.

  And Drover added a few squeaks. His squeaking and my massive barking made just enough noise to draw Slim’s soggy red eyes away from ground level and up to the top of the tree.

  And at last, yippee, he saw us there! His eyes popped open and his jaw dropped several inches.

  And he said—this is an exact quote—he said, “Good honk, I’ve got huge barkin’ squirrels in my tree, where’s my gun!”

  No, no! We weren’t squirrels! It was us, Hank and Drover, his loyal dogs.

  Okay, it appeared that he was joking. You know Slim and his warped cowboy sense of humor. It gave me a little scare.

  Well, he got a big laugh out of our miserable condition. Yes, while we were up there, clinging for dear life to branches that were rolling like ocean waves in the wind, he got big chuckles.

  But suddenly the laughter stopped. He scratched his head and squinted up at us and said, “Hmmm. I wonder how a guy goes about rescuin’ two ranch mutts from the top of a cotton­wood, ’cause I ain’t fixing to climb up there myself. Hmmm.”

  How did he do it? Well, he called Loper on the phone and Loper came. He had spent most of the night in the cellar, so you can imagine how glad he was to see us dogs up in Slim’s tree.

  Not glad. Much grumbling and muttering.

  But by then he and Slim had figured out how we got there and were ready to call it a good deal. I mean, the tornado hadn’t killed anyone or destroyed any ranch property, so they decided to count their blessings.

  They got us down, but it was no instant rescue. It took ’em several hours and it ended up involving several of the neighbors, chainsaws, ropes, ladders, and a windmill repair truck with a telescoping crane.

  Loper had to pay two hours of rig time on Jay Cox’s windmill truck, but I’m sure he considered it a huge bargain. He got his dogs back, that was the important thing.

  Well, we had dodged another bullet and had . . . oh, I almost forgot. Sally May never did learn the Awful Truth, that her little stinkpot son had let us into the house that night. But I heard through the grapevine, so to speak, that she found fleas in Alfred’s bed.

  They weren’t mine.

  Anyways, it was a great moment in history when Drover and I finally made it back to headquarters and to our gunnysack beds, which is where this had all started, with me and Drover trying to catch a few winks of sleep between assignments.

  And that was exactly what I planned to do now. After saving the ranch from the Swirling Killer Tornado, I figured I was entitled to a few winks.

  I had just about drifted off into a pleasant dream about Miss Beulah the Collie when I heard Drover’s voice.

  “Hank, are you awake?”

  “Murk snork not if I can help it.”

  “I was just thinking. Remember that song I wrote about barking at a funnel-shaped cloud? It turned out just that way. We really barked at one. Do you reckon I can see into the future? Gosh, maybe I’m a prophet or something.”

  I raised my head and managed to open both eyes a crack. “Drover, one of the great challenges we face in this life is trying to distinguish between prophecy and indigestion. Yours was indigestion. Good night.”

  “It’s the middle of the day.”

  “Shut your trap.”

  “Good night, Hank.”

  And with that, we drifted off into our respective dreams and ended another exciting adventure on the ranch.

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  Further Reading

  Have you read all of Hank’s adventures?

  1 The Original Adventures of Hank the Cowdog

  2 The Further Adventures of Hank the Cowdog

  3 It’s a Dog’s Life

  4 Murder in the Middle Pasture

  5 Faded Love

  6 Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

  7 The Curse of the Incredible Priceless Corncob

  8 The Case of the One-Eyed Killer Stud Horse

  9 The Case of the Halloween Ghost

  10 Every Dog Has His Day

  11 Lost in the Dark Unchanted Forest

  12 The Case of the Fiddle-Playing Fox

  13 The Wounded Buzzard on Christmas Eve

  14 Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business

  15 The Case of the Missing Cat

  16 Lost in the Blinded Blizzard

  17 The Case of the Car-Barkaholic Dog

  18 The Case of the Hooking Bull

  19 The Case of the Midnight Rustler

  20 The Phantom in the Mirror

  21 The Case of the Vampire Cat

  22 The Case of the Double Bumblebee Sting

  23 Moonlight Madness

  24 The Case of the Black-Hooded Hangmans

  25 The Case of the Swirling Killer Tornado

  26 The Case of the Kidnapped Collie

  27 The Case of the Night-Stalking Bone Monster

  28 The Mopwater Files

  29 The Case of the Vampire Vacuum Sweeper

  30 The Case of the Haystack Kitties

  31 The Case of the Vanishing Fishhook

  32 The Garbage Monster from Outer Space

  33 The Case of the Measled Cowboy

  34 Slim’s Good-bye

  35 The Case of the Saddle House Robbery

  36 The Case of the Raging Rottweiler

  37 The Case of the Deadly Ha-Ha Game

  38 The Fling

  39 The Secret Laundry Monster Files

  40 The Case of the Missing Bird Dog

  41 The Case of the Shipwrecked Tree

  42 The Case of the Burrowing Robot

  43 The Case of the Twisted Kitty

  44 The Dungeon of Doom

  45 The Case of the Falling Sky

  46 The Case of the Tricky Trap

  47 The Case of the Tender Cheeping Chickies

  48 The Case of the Monkey Burglar

  49 The Case of the Booby-Trapped Pickup

  50 The Case of the Most Ancient Bone

  51 The Case of the Blazing Sky

  52 The Quest for the Great White Quail

  53 Drover’s Secret Life

  54 The Case of the Dinosaur Birds

  55 The Case of the Secret Weapon
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  56 The Case of the Coyote Invasion

  57 The Disappearance of Drover

  58 The Case of the Mysterious Voice

  59 The Case of the Perfect Dog

  60 The Big Question

  61 The Case of the Prowling Bear

  About the Author and Illustrator

  John R. Erickson, a former cowboy, has written numerous books for both children and adults and is best known for his acclaimed Hank the Cowdog series. He lives and works on his ranch in Perryton, Texas, with his family.

  Gerald L. Holmes has illustrated numerous cartoons and textbooks in addition to the Hank the Cowdog series. He lives in Perryton, Texas.