Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
Page 25
We
followed the horses for several hundred yards to where the dogs had
come to a halt. We found Nick and pushed our way through the
crowd.
"What's happening?" Nick asked.
"Look," I said.
Lester Mospeete stood quietly, surrounded by dozens of hunting dogs,
all of them pointing at him with their tails straight in the air.
"They think they found a quail," I said.
"That's no quail, that's Lester Mospeete," Nick said. "What
are you doing here?" he asked Lester.
"I've come to witness your defeat," Lester said.
"But I won."
Al suddenly pushed through the crowd. "Dad!" he called.
"Dad?" Nick stared at me.
"Yes," I said. "Al is Lester's son."
"Is that true?" Nick asked Lester.
"Yes, it's true," Lester said. "Now get these dogs away from
me."
Nick turned to me.
"Not only is he Lester's son," I said. "He is also the person
responsible for Concorde's recent failures."
"What?"
"On orders from his father."
"You double-crosser," Lester growled at me.
"What do you mean, Winston?" Nick asked.
"They've been using an imitation quail scent to trick Concorde."
James produced a bottle.
© 2008 David Biagini