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weather? Maybe that was it. The weather that morning was pretty nice, a little chilly but . . .

      We weren’t talking about the weather. Bones? Maybe so. I love bones, all kinds of bones, but I guess my favorite is steak bones. Ham bones are pretty nice, especially when they’ve been cooked in a big pot of pinto beans, but for flavor and chewing excitement, you can’t beat . . .

      Wait. Drover had vanished, remember? And we had just discovered a few pitiful fragments of his . . . well, his exploded body. I hate to put it that way (the kids), but sometimes we can’t escape life’s terrible tragedies, no matter how hard we try.

      I heard a voice beside me. It said, “Boy, the air filter sure got shredded.”

      “That’s not an air filter, pal. You’re looking at the remains of a friend of mine.”

      “Gosh, how sad. What was his name?”

      “His name was . . . ” I turned and looked at the mysterious stranger who had . . .

      HUH?

      Never mind. Skip it. Sorry I brought it up.