“Remember the time Lester thought he was being chased by rabid raccoons and stole Sheriff Lee’s horse? Everyone headed downtown to watch him circle around, trying to get the horse to go faster. Sheriff Lee was limping after them, yelling at the top of his lungs.” “So what was chasing him?” I asked. “A couple of dachshunds,” Gertie said. “He was drunker than Cooter Brown.” “Who is this Cooter Brown you keep mentioning?” I asked. “It’s a saying,” Gertie said.
