Pappy Sackett

Rode Twitter down the mountain to Pappy Sackett's cabin. Pap was settin there in his usual place, smoking rabbit tabaccie and watching the fire. I stirred him up some grub; there was some leftover cat that he hadn't teched, so I warmed it up on the fire and throwed in some taters and whatever else I could find. He ate a hardy portion of four bites. I'm beginning to thank he don't care for cat like he used to. I helped him roll up some more smokes and made sure he was set; baby sister Augusta Sackett had sent him some sugar donuts when I stopped by her and Henry's place. Then I saddled up Twitter and headed back up Clinch Mountain. I could tell they was somebody follerin me, but I made out like I didn't notice. When I come to Foreign Gap, I eased Twitter over into some trees and waited. Sure enough, after I set there a mite, along come Harold Chew. I don't know what he was doin follerin me, but whatever it is it cain't be no good. I waited till he rode out of sight and just went ahead and made camp. I had some figurin to do. I didn't have no gripe with Harold Chew that I knew of, but I couldn't say the same for my brothers. But if there was trouble coming, one thing Harold Chew needed to know was that when one Sackett was in trouble, the others always come runnin...

New Horse

It's a right interesting story how I ended up with Elmo's horse Twitter. Elmo wasn't having no luck with Twitter; couldn't get him to do a blame thang right. I come up on Elmo's camp out by Highfill and Elmo was just fixin' to bust a limb over Twitter's head; turns out Elmo hadn't had nothing but cat for the past 12 days was was aimin' to have him some prime rib. Well, I happened to have some month old Scotcharoos with me. Now these wasn't plain Scotcharoos...they was made with real Scotch and real Kangaroo. I convinced Elmo to trade me Twitter for them Scotcharoos. Well, we sat there and drank coffee while Elmo polished off them Scotcharoos. I got out my viewmaster and we looked at some slides of Hoover Dam, but we wasn't comfortable doing that because it required pointing the viewmaster directly into the firelight and when you do a blame thang like that you cain't see nobody coming up on your camp. So, we cut that out and the next mornin', me and Twitter headed out. I was mighty proud to have me a horse, cause I had come up them mountains on only a pogo stick, and I don't mind telling you I was plum give out. We made it about a quarter mile before Twitter dumped me in a creek, but that's okay because I hadn't had time to take me no bath in a while.