The Case of the Blazing Sky

By John Erickson and Gerald L. Holmes

In this latest installment to the Hank the Cowdog series, the weather on Hank’s west Texas ranch is hot and dry. So dry, in fact, that they’ve got to be on the lookout for prairie fires. So Hank bravely takes on the role of Head of Fire Safety and gets to work. But patrolling for fires is dull, and it’s hard to do on an empty stomach. Despite a minor culinary distraction, though, Hank—through grit and determination—is able to keep focused on the job. And it’s a good thing he does, because sure enough, things on the ranch start to heat up....

• Language: English
• Publisher: MAVERICK BOOKS INC
• Release date: Mar 15, 2008
• ISBN: 9781591887515

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The Case of the Blazing Sky

John R. Erickson

Illustrations by Gerald L. Holmes

Maverick Books, Inc.

Publication Information

MAVERICK BOOKS

Published by Maverick Books, Inc.

P.O. Box 549, Perryton, TX 79070

Phone: [phone]

www.hankthecowdog.com

First published in the United States of America by Viking Children’s Books and Puffin Books, members of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 2008.

Currently published by Maverick Books, Inc., 2012

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Copyright © John R. Erickson, 2008

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library of congress cataloging-in-publication data

Erickson, John R., 1943-The case of the blazing sky / by John R. Erickson ; illustrations by Gerald L. Holmes.p. cm.—(Hank the Cowdog ; 51) Summary: With the threat of prairie fires looming, security expert Hank the Cowdog takes on extra duties as Head of Fire Safety, while trying to resist the mouth-watering hens in Sally May’s chicken house. ISBN 978-1-59188-151-3 (pbk.)—ISBN 978-1-59188-251-0 (hardcover) [1. Dogs—Fiction. 2. Ranch life—Texas—Fiction. 3. Fires—Fiction. 4.Texas—Fiction. 5. Humorous stories.] I. Holmes, Gerald L., ill. II. Title. PZ7.E72556Cacb 2008 [Fic]—dc22

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Dedication

To a whole bunch of Rinkers who live in Perryton

Contents

Chapter One: We Discover a Hooded Monster

Chapter Two: The Lost Mackerel

Chapter Three: I Honk the Cat

Chapter Four: Fire in the Hole!

Chapter Five: I Rescue Slim from a Burning Pants Leg

Chapter Six: A Plunge into Darkest Darkness

Chapter Seven: Conned by a Cat

Chapter Eight: I Resign in Disgrace

Chapter Nine: Strangers in the Night

Chapter Ten: Lost in the Smoke

Chapter Eleven: I Take Charge

Chapter Twelve: All Is Lost!

Chapter One: We Discover a Hooded Monster

It’s me again, Hank the Cowdog. Maybe I haven’t mentioned this before, but I’m not only Head of Ranch Security but also Chief of our ranch’s fire department. That’s an important piece of information because this story has a lot to do with fires and firefighting.

It’s pretty impressive that a dog can go from being an ace crimefighter to being an ace firefighter, and move elephantly from one area of expertise to the other.

Wait. Did I say elephantly? I meant elegantly. To move elephantly would suggest that I’m clumsy and awkward, and nothing could be farther from the truth. There is nothing elephantly about the way I move from one job to another. Sorry for the confusion.

Fighting fires would be a HUGE deal for most of your ordinary mutts. Show ’em a raging prairie fire and they’ll hide under the nearest pickup, but that’s not the way we operate around here. Show us a fire and we whip the stuffing out of it.

Anyway, the point is that this story will have a lot of scary stuff about fires. It will have quite a bit about chickens, too, but that’s a touchy subject and I’d rather not discuss it just yet. For now, let’s not say a word about chickens.

Okay, maybe I’ll say just a few words. Nothing in this world has caused me more grief than Sally May’s flock of idiot birds. I have the job of protecting them, don’t you see, and sometimes it drives me to despair. They are so dumb! But the most challenging part of protecting our chickens from villains who love to eat them is that every once in a while, a guard dog finds himself . . . slurp.

Never mind. I said we wouldn’t discuss this sensitive subject and, by George, we won’t. Talking about chickens is not only a teetotal waste of time, but I’ve also noticed that whenever chickens enter the conversation, I’m usually . . . well, in trouble.

Hencely, I won’t say one word about chickens, even though I already did, and I’d be grateful if you’d forget about it. I said nothing about chickens, right? Thanks.

Where were we? Oh yes, it was the month of September and I don’t remember the year. It was the year we had September between August and October. August had been wet and cool, and our pastures had turned into a grass paradise. We had water flowing in the creek and standing in every hole and cow track. The cows and yearlings were fat and some local fools (Slim and Loper, for example) had ventured the opinion that we would have green grass all the way to frost. Ha.

Then came September with temperatures up near a hundred degrees and those hot southwest winds that steal moisture like a thief. Within two weeks, our country changed from green to brown, and the mood of everyone on the ranch went into a steep decline.

Me? I didn’t have time to feel gloomy about the dry weather, because someone on the ranch had to worry about the danger of fires. Yes sir. When you get that combination of tall dry grass and hot southwest winds, you have all the ingredients for a disastrous prairie fire.

Those fires get started in many ways: a careless camper, a cigarette tossed out the window of a passing vehicle, a lightning strike, a power line that has been blown down in the wind.

Oh, and let’s not forget sparks that come from electric welders and cutting torches. When the country is dry and windblown, only a moron would try to cut and weld steel, but you know what? It happens. And you know what else? It happened on my own ranch, before my very eyes, and, as you will see, it almost burned the pants off the guy who did it.

It was Drover who turned in the report of suspicious activity. It was a blistery hot afternoon and we were occupying a piece of shade on the north side of the saddle shed. I had been logging eighteen hours a day on Fire Patrol and was worn out from all the stress and strain, and I had seized the opportunity to . . . well, grab a few winks of sleep.

Hank, you’d better look at this. Something’s going on.

I lifted my head and glared at him through soggy eyes. Drover, something is always going on. At any moment, in any part of the universe, something will be going on.

"Yeah, but you won’t like

Reviews for The Case of the Blazing Sky

[jalenv_2 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Hank the cowdog books are like classic Warner Brothers cartoons in that a fan can come to eagerly anticipate their familiar situations and the characters' consistent reactions. It's September in the Texas Panhandle in The Case of the Blazing Sky. It's been a dry and hot month, a situation ripe for a prairie fire. Hank tells us about how he's been on the lookout for fires on his ranch. Hired Hand Slim Chance is foolishly using welding equipment to repair a cattle shoot even though he's standing in some very dry weeds. There's a comic scene where he plays pranks on Hank and Drover, but soon things aren't funny. Slim is in danger and is NOT paying attention to Hank trying to tell him about it. Will Drover's suggestion work? There are plenty of good lessons to be learned here, and it's only a subplot. (I once saw a fire started by a spark from a lawn mower when the grass was dry and the wind was blowing. It caught one of the trees. Good thing the neighborhood fire station was only a couple of blocks away.)Slim forgot to put any co-op dry dog food in the dogs' bowls that day, so Hank and Drover are mighty hungry. Hank starts thinking about the ranch chickens, but Sally May has a bolt on the door. Pete the Barncat, whom Hank had chased into a tree earlier, offers a solution.Smarting with humiliation and fearing the wrath of Sally May, Hank goes off into the night. After a scare, he meets up with two frequent supporting characters, Wallace the buzzard and his son, Junior. Like Hank, Wallace has an ego the size of Texas. Wallace claims about the heat lightning made me snicker. The heat lightning has started a fire! The wind is blowing it toward the Lopers' ranch! Can Hank warn his people in time? It gets pretty tense, especially since this is much bigger danger than we've seen before. The descriptions of the fire and the Lopers' reactions reminded me of when my family had to evacuate because of a wildfire in 2011. (Hey, Sally May, we took our dogs and cat with us.) Will the neighbors and fire truck arrive in time?As usual, I loved the audio edition's sound effects. Hank's song, 'Chickens,' had a nice tune. I also liked the buzzards' song, 'Call in the Dogs, Put Out the Fire'. I hope Hank will remember he owes them one. If not, Wallace won't be shy about reminding him. As for Pete the Barncat, shame on him for his reaction to the fire!