Drayman v. Dressmaker

With the Grave Digger convalescing in Stetson's cabin, the Drayman drinks: he pours himself a liberal glass of gin and cold creek water, sits in the chair outisde Stetson's cabin, and falls asleep to the sound of bats whirling unseen above his head. The schnauzer falls asleep beside him.

He wakes, startled, to the sound of toppling furniture, thrown books, the crash of electronics. The dog bolts upright and barks.

Inside the cabin, the Grave Digger searches madly. The Drayman stands and watches from outside. He yawns.

What are you doing?

Looking for something.

Oh.

The Grave Digger continues his rampage.

Mind if I ask what you're looking for?

Yes.

Oh.

The Drayman considers the choices before him. Charactaristically, he takes the path of least resistence: he sits back down in the chair. He leans back, pulls his long billed cap over his eyes, and tries his best to fall back into gin-soaked sleep.

In this he is successful. Such is the genius of the Drayman.

When he wakes the next morning the Grave Digger's gone. The mess he made of the cabin is still there. It's terrible. Whether he found what he was looking for or not is a mystery.

When the Dressmaker arrives the Drayman's on his second glass of creek water and gin of the morning.

The schnauzer yawns.