The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eleven

I barked and bayed and hollered, I was sure that ghost would not DARE to come any closer!

BUT IT DID!!

Ruth suddenly hooted at me:  “Run, Boomer, Run!” The ghost is coming up out of the Dark Forrest and moving through the pasture!”  Ruth lifted herself up off the ground and silently flapped into the sky.

Suddenly it was just me!

Just me, myself, and I!

All by myself!

Alone!

And terrified!

I turned myself around, looked backward over my shoulder saw the ghost being lifted up on the swift 40 mph wind!

That did it I headed across Rocky Point, down the Cattail Draw and onto COYOTE RIDGE!

Far above me I heard Ruth call: “Quick Boomer, not only is the ghost moving quickly up Rocky Point I can see three coyotes moving through No Man’s Land heading toward Coyote Ridge!”

I stopped right at the very top of Coyote Ridge!  I was winded, in a panic, and very tired.  Ruth flapped down landing soundlessly on the top of sagebrush …. “You must keep going, Boomer.  You must.  If you don’t you are going to be coyote nourishment or worse…ghost fare!

I had wilted onto the ground.  Wore plumb out.  So exhausted, if I were asked to roll over and get a belly scratch I would just have to whap my tail on the ground in an sad and unhappy manner.

I lay on the ground, head on my front paws desperate for air and energy.

“I know, Ruth, I know, but I can’t seem to get to going…..”

Just then the ghost swooshed over my head and Ruth’s head, it snapped, crackled, and flapped, slowly starting to descend.

Ruth screeched at it and I sat up and bayed.  If I had to take on that ghost I would!

Unexpectedly the wind gusted picking up the ghost and tossing it way up into the air and over toward the old Apricot tree!

“Run” Ruth hooted. “RUN! The coyotes are starting up through the Cattail Draw!”

I gathered all the strength I possibly could, headed toward the back trail which goes around the bottom of Coyote Ridge, hoping against hope I could make it around the hill and onto the back pasture. If I could get there I could make it home.

Home where the coyotes never tread…at least I don’t think so!

I kept on pounding the ground, my feet sore and bleeding from missing the trail and stepping on cactus…but I kept going.

I was just at the gate to the Outside Pasture when I heard the coyotes on top of Coyote Ridge letting out a loud series of calls and moans…OH! HEAVENS they were RIGHT ABOVE ME!

They started singing and wailing sending cold shivers along my spine.  I stopped and looked up…what I saw made me feel as tiny as an ant!

At least I wished I was tiny as an ant.  Those three coyotes were terrifying and mean looking to say the least!

I shrunk down and started slinking along, hiding in the shadows created by the Ridge.  Then I started jumping from the hill shadows to the shadows of the trees and bushes along the way.

Once I lost focus of the shadows and looked over, into the old Apricot Tree…there was Ruth.  Waiting patiently for me.

“I’ll keep watch…just keep coming”, she hooted to me!

Suddenly, on a blast of cold artic air the monster of a thunder storm circled back and was blasting the air with thunder and strong jagged lightening.

In one major flash of sky fire I saw the ghost AGAIN!  It was there in the sky…large and white and billowing.

I picked up my feet and RAN!

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Then the wind picked up, blowing hard from the south, then made a sudden shift, enough of shift it lifted my ears up off my head and caused them to flap…the shift of the wind/storm was coming toward us from the south west… that’s when I knew I was in terrible trouble.  You see, all our hard mean storms come to our farm out of the south west!

Just then everything went stark white!

A huge roaring filled my ears as a leaping, hissing fire-breathing dragon slammed itself down onto the earth two miles from where I was standing. Sparks of fire leap into the air where the scary lightning bolt blackened the earth.

My fur stood up all over my whole body…back, stomach, legs, tail, nose and ears!

I turned tail and ran out of there faster than a pronghorn; in fact I think I passed two pronghorns going the same direction as me!

I finally stopped on top of the Rocky Point.  Looking back I tried to see if that lightning bolt was still sparking and glittering along the canyon rim.

Nope!

Nothing!

Thank Heavens! I dropped my rear end down and sat there for a spell, scanning the horizon near the edge of Rubidoux Canyon. Fire is a might dangerous thing!  Lightning bolts have been known to start fires before.  I figured if there was a fire I would put my tail between my back legs and scram to the farm house as fast as badger after a beaglie dog — namely me. (Which as I’ve said before, I am pretty darn fast!  Even faster when danger resides nearby!)

I sat there a long time scanning the horizon. Gradually the storm moved away from us taking its mean loud voice and the fire-breathing dragon with it.

It was about this time I saw a Great-Horned Owl, flying silently over the west corner of the farm.  I probably wouldn’t have seen it, but I was still scanning the skies and the horizon for possible fires caused by that storm.

Then the Great-Horned Owl rose up into the sky just as the full-silver moon broke through the clouds casting silver and blue light on the land, in the air and on the Great-Horned Owl’s wings.

I flipped over on my back and watched the dip, sway, and swoop here and there in the moonlight.

The sight was so beautiful I flipped back over and sat up, lifting my nose in the air, closed my eyes,  I sent out a long, mournful, soul seeking song.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  I sang to the sky the earth and…

Swoosh!

Suddenly I was covered in feathers, little bits of dirt, a few tiny rocks and, I’m sure, a spine or two of cactus!

I opened my eyes “RUTH! There you are! I haven’t seen you for ages!” I bounced up, on all four paws; giving Ruth a huge happy beagle grin!

‘Hi, Dog! Long-time no see!” Ruth drawled out in her completely charming owl voice! “What are you doing up here? You realize you are almost in the Haunted Pasture, don’t you?   Why just three minutes ago I saw a ghost moving around in the tall grass down there.”

“Ghost?”  I shuddered.  I’m really very brave, but some things send me trembling into my doghouse and ghosts are one of those things.

“Yes…it was all white, flew up in the wind, gathered wind into itself, bellowed out flipped itself this way and that way, like it was playing or something. Then drifted right into the Dark Forest.”

“It’s in the Dark Forest right now?”

“Well, I think so, I saw it go in there, but I didn’t follow it.” Ruth replied in a rather puzzled owl voice.

“Good! Let’s just leave it there!”   “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Ruth, but I’m off now…you and the ghost have a great time.”

I started to walk away from Ruth when crashing out the dark forest came the WHITE GHOST!

I took in a huge lungful of air and began giving that Ghost blast after blast of very loud barks, so full of treats and promises I was sure the ghost would NOT come any closer!