In an effort to get help for Bessie whose car broke down on the way back from town, Arf was trying to chase down a cowboy he saw in a field. The cowboy was riding a horse and chasing cows. The poor little dog ran as fast as he could and finally caught the cowboy’s eye.
“What are you doing out here?” The cowboy jumped down off his horse and knelt down to pet Arf. “There’s not a house for miles.”
I was so happy the cowboy liked me. I think he could tell something was wrong. I’m no Lassie, so I wasn’t sure how to get him to follow me to Miss Bessie’s car. Finally, I grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled on it just a little. The cowboy must have understood because without a word he climbed up on his horse. He just looked at me until I figured out he intended to follow me.
I ran all the way back to the car and the cowboy stayed right behind me. When we got back to Miss Bessie, she was crying. We could see her dabbing her eyes with her hankie.
“Oh Arf,” she said. “I knew you would find someone to help us. Thank you mister for coming. I was getting worried the sun would set on me.”
“My name is Brad Holcomb. I have a ranch a couple of miles from here. Tell me what happened?”
“This old heap just quit on me. It sputtered a couple of times and quit.”
The cowboy asked Miss Bessie if he could get behind the wheel. When he attempted to start the old car, it tried to turn over, but stopped short of starting.
“Bessie, Mr. Holcomb, my name is Bessie.”
“Miss Bessie, when was the last time you put gas in this car?”
“Well…Oh, I remember…I filled up the day before I went to last year’s Easter Festival. I don’t go very many places. I remember now, the gas gauge doesn’t work.”
“Will you be okay here with your dog, Miss Bessie, while I ride back to the ranch and get you some gas?”
“Oh my yes…I’m just grateful you came to help.”
I knew I was supposed to stay with Miss Bessie. I was tired from running anyway, but I sure did save the day.
After Mr. Holcomb got the car started, he followed us back home in his pickup truck. I think he wanted to make sure we got there safely.
“Mr. Holcomb, please come in for some apple pie and coffee. I’d like to pay you for the gas and your trouble.”
“I’ll gladly have a piece of pie, but there will be no talk of paying me for anything. That’s quite a dog you have there, Miss Bessie, A regular Lassie.”
Lassie? Did Mr. Holcomb say Lassie? I was very proud of myself.
“Yes,” Miss Bessie said. “I don’t know what I would have done without him. In the short time he’s been here, he has saved me from two near tragedies. Unfortunately, Arf doesn’t belong to me. He belongs to a family that lives 1200 miles away. They’re coming to get him.”