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...