ep194 Skinner Raises A Storm

I doubt that there's a red-blooded American boy who hasn't at one time or other, said he'd like to have lived back in the days of the frontier. Now, whether we would really do it, if we had a chance, is another matter.

But at least we'd enjoy dreaming of a great part of our heritage, the Old West. Colorful, fantastic, sinister, deadly. All of this was part of the good old days. In our story today, I'm going to take you back part way to the days of the frontier.

Well, we have a man living near Naughty Pine that's as much a part of those adventurous times as Buffalo Bill or General Custer. Let's say we'd better get into our story. Its name, Skinner, raises a storm.

A pair of 12 mules pulling two large wagons full of a special sand He was by the Mountain Refining Company to make a particular kind of glass. Twelve fine mules, driven by their Burley Master, Skinner McNeil.

Skinner is a picture of the old west. He's a medium-sized, stocky man in his retiring years. His claws are typical mule-skinner duds. And he wears big, hobnail boots, so he can anchor himself on the wood footrest of the lead wagon to drive his beloved mules.

Let's join Skinner as he pulls up to the unloading chutes at the replying. Yes, it's very little lazy because of the big ladies. Well, you think this is a big leak? Yeah, up in there!

The boss wants to see you. Okay, Barney, I'm gonna get the mules better down for the line. The boss wants to see you right now, Skinner. Okay, okay, keep a hold of your suspenders. What's he want?