Speaking of scary things…

Wow, that’s a load off my mind. For about an hour and a half I thought I’d lost Ghost.

He vanished early this afternoon, and I didn’t think anything of it because it’s Friday and that often happens. If he detected the delectable presence of S&L, he’d promptly forget he even has an Uncle Joel.

So I gave it no thought until a little after four when it was time to go look in on Landlady’s chickens. And I figured while I was there I’d just go up and say hi to S&L. And the gate was closed, which usually means they’re not here. I opened the gate and drove up to the house, and there was no truck. No Ghost. No nobody, far as I could tell.

This was very bad. Landlady’s not here till tomorrow, there’s noplace else he chooses to go. I trolled the wash with no results. I took Little Bear on a long walk through the sage flats. LB found deer sign and lots of very interesting rabbits and had a nice shit, but no Ghost.

I was particularly worried because the wash between my place and Landlady’s is alive with cattle at the moment, including that black bull. Ghost isn’t as fast as he used to be, and if they tangled…

I had this awful vision of him wounded in the bush somewhere, and me not in earshot. But it’s a big desert. Lost is lost.

I knew he wasn’t at S&L’s, because I knew S&L weren’t here. But when I gave up and came back to the cabin, there wasn’t anything else I could think to do. So I called L.

“Yeah, we’re here. Did you knock on the door?”

Well, no. I looked for a truck. But it turned out S had the truck elsewhere on the property. Ghost was happily enjoying his visit with L, upstairs watching a movie. Probably eating sausage.

Little bastard.