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    Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business
    Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business
    Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business
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    Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business

    By John R. Erickson and Gerald L. Holmes

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    A convoy of circus trucks is passing through the ranch. The last truck in the column hits a bump and a large red box falls off and comes to rest in the pasture. Hank and Drover investigate the box and discover that it contains a circus monkey. Pete advises Hank not to open it, but Hank’s curiosity gets the best of him. What follows is fun and adventure.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMAVERICK BOOKS INC
    Release dateMar 15, 1990
    ISBN9781591887140
    Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business
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    John R. Erickson

    John R. Erickson, one-time bartender, handyman, cowboy, and founder of Maverick Books, has written and published seventy-five books and more than 600 articles. He is the author of the bestselling Hank the Cowdog series of books, audiobooks, and stage plays. His writing has garnered many accolades, including the Audie, Oppenheimer, Wrangler, and Lamplighter awards, and his works have been translated into many languages. A fifth-generation Texan, Erickson owns a ranch in Perryton, Texas.

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      The monkey in Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business is a circus monkey whose box fell off one of the circus trucks that pass by the Lopers' ranch. Once the monkey is free, Hank shows a very unlovely side of his character by using the monkey to bully Drover and the ranch chickens. (Pete the Barn Cat isn't made happy, either.) Hank thinks he has it made until the monkey has other ideas. The tormented dogs take refuge in the house. Will they be safe? If the monkey comes in, how can they keep it from making a big mess that's sure to set off Sally May Loper. As Hank has reason to know, Sally May has deadly aim when she throws things. She's quite fond of throwing rocks at our favorite cowdog when she's mad at him.Of the background music, I recognized 'Turkey in the Straw,' 'Battle Hymn of the Republic,' 'Beethoven's Fifth,' 'Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1,' the 'William Tell Overture' (also known as 'The Lone Ranger' theme), 'My Country 'Tis of Thee,' 'I Dream of Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair,' and 'Yankee Doodle'.

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    Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business - John R. Erickson

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    Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business

    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: 806.435.7611

    www.hankthecowdog.com

    First published in the United States of America by Texas Monthly Press, 1990, then Gulf Publishing Company, 1990.

    Subsequently published simultaneously by Viking Children’s Books and Puffin Books, members of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 1999.

    Currently published by Maverick Books, Inc., 2012.

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    Copyright © John R. Erickson, 1992

    All rights reserved

    Maverick Books, Inc. Paperback ISBN: 978-1-59188-114-8

    Hank the Cowdog® is a registered trademark of John R. Erickson.

    Printed in the United States of America

    Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

    Dedication

    This one is for Gary and Kim Rinker.

    Contents

    Chapter One Chapter One Always Precedes Chapter Two

    Chapter Two The Mysterious Red Box Appears

    Chapter Three We Capture the Box

    Chapter Four The Cat Breaks Down Under Heavy Interrogation

    Chapter Five A Stranger Emerges from the Box

    Chapter Six I Take Charge of the Monkey

    Chapter Seven Monkey See, Monkey Do

    Chapter Eight The Pasha of Shizzam

    Chapter Nine Attacked by a Naked Woman

    Chapter Ten Democracy in Action on the Ranch

    Chapter Eleven Pasha Breaks the Law and Other Things

    Chapter Twelve The Firing Squad

    Chapter One: Chapter One Always Precedes Chapter Two

    It’s me again, Hank the Cowdog. It was morning on the ranch, the beginning of another spring day. I had been up since before daylight, monitoring the forces of nature and guiding them through their morning routines.

    While others sleep, the Head of Ranch Security is out there in the darkness, planning out the day. I had put in orders for the sun to come up in the east, and for a light dew to sprinkle the grass.

    At 0700 hours, everything checked out. The sun and dew had followed my orders to perfection. At 0705 I issued a new set of orders, allowing the sun to rise in the sky, and the dew to begin sparkling on the grass.

    At 0710, feeling pretty good about things, I made my way up to the machine shed. I had gotten another day off to a good start—or so it appeared. Little did I know that within a matter of hours, Drover and I would discover a Mysterious Red Box out in the pasture that would change the course of our lives.

    Perhaps you don’t believe in Mysterious Red Boxes. Well, that’s too bad, because I found one on my ranch. Hang around and you’ll see just how fast one of those things can turn a day around.

    When I arrived at the machine shed, I found Drover sunning himself on the south side—sunning himself, gazing up at the clouds, and wasting time.

    Hi, Hank.

    Well, Drover, I see that you’re sunning yourself, gazing up at the clouds, and wasting time.

    He grinned. Yeah, I get a kick out of that.

    You certainly do. I kicked him in the behind. There’s your kick. Now get up. We’ve got to make a Cattle Guard Patrol.

    But Hank . . .

    Hush. And chase rabbits.

    Oh rats.

    Rabbits.

    Oh rabbits.

    What?

    Nothing.

    In security work we have certain jobs that we attend to every day, others that we take care of on a weekly basis. Cattle Guard Patrol falls into the latter category.

    It’s one of those jobs that has to be done every once in a while but not necessarily every day. It’s important, but when we get involved with murder cases and reports of monsters on the ranch and other dangerous assignments, we tend to let the cattle guard work slide into the background.

    We hadn’t done a thorough Cattle Guard Patrol in several weeks and it was sure ’nuff time to do one. We went streaking past the chicken house, scattering chickens in all directions and barking, Out of the way, you fools!

    I get a big kick out of scattering chickens, always have. It’s a very satisfying part of my job. Give me two different routes to choose from, one clear and the other blocked by a bunch of chickens, and I’ll take the chicken route every time.

    There’s something about the way they squawk and flap their wings that gives me a feeling of . . . something. Power. Total control. Superiority. It seems to tune up my savage instincts and get my blood to pumping.

    Chickens were put on this earth to be scattered, and your better breeds of dogs rarely miss a chance to run through a crowd of them.

    After plowing through the chickens and leaving them in squawking disarray, we continued on a northwesterly course out into the home pasture, and beyond to the country road. There we found the cattle guard, just where it had been the last time we’d patrolled it.

    All right, Drover, do you remember the procedure we follow on cattle guards?

    Well, let’s see. It’s been a long time. Seems to me that we . . . bark?

    That’s correct up to a point, but also incorrect up to a point. Perhaps I should refresh your memory. Are you ready for me to outline our procedure for Cattle Guard Patrol?

    He yawned.

    What kind of answer is that?

    It wasn’t an answer. I just yawned.

    "I know you yawned, you yo-yo, and

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