Page 46 - Super Cowboy Rides Again

After we
finished our
cleanup, we
climbed onto the
cellar roof. From
up there we
looked out over
the distance. People were busy everywhere with spring
work—everyone but us. Buster spotted one of the vents
and looked at it quizzically. “What’s that?”
Even though I had worked in the cellar and had
seen the twinkling sunlight above us from the air vents,
I had never put the two things together. I just shook my
head. “I don’t know.”
We gathered around one and looked down. We
couldn’t see anything in the darkness below, but we
could hear the muffled, eerie grinding of chains and
pulleys. Buster suggested that we were atop some long
tunnels into Satan’s realm. Butch claimed he could

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