“Cripes! It’s lucky we didn’t bury it, now ain’t it? That’s the only one
in the country.”
“Yes,” says I, “it sure was uh lucky thing all the way around.”
But I wasn’t thinking about Sassafras: I was thinking of the sheriff of
Horse Heaven, and the coat pocket I found it in. I reckon that
Hair-Trigger thought about the same thing, ’cause he left us without
even uh yawn, and didn’t stop to stretch until he topped the rise out of
Blue Nose.
[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in Adventure Magazine,
February 18, 1918. It is believed to be in the public domain in the
United States; copyright status may differ in other countries.]