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Bill & Robb & Grandpa's Model "T"

by Bernard "Bud" Ryan

62 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0391; ISBN 1-4120-0024-6; US$21.00, C$24.50, EUR17.50, £12.50

After a terrible accident at their grandparent's farm, it's up to two brothers to save their grandfather. Bill decides he must drive his Grandfather's model "T" to town for help.

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About the Book Two brothers on spring vacation at their grandparent's farm prove their worth when faced with a terrible accident to their Grandfather. Bill, the eldest brother, decides he must drive his Grandfather's model "T" (something he's never done before) to the nearest town to get help.

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About the Author Bud Ryan, who is now retired from the commercial insurance business, graduated from Denver University and is now dwelling in the historic town of Fort Collins. He keeps busy buying and selling antiques, restoring old "classic cars" and refurbishing old gas pumps.

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Excerpt

Prologue

I was doing some work for my Boy Scout Merit Badge, Rob was coloring something in a book and Lancer was lying on the floor, one eye half-open playing he was asleep.

Rob looked over at me and said, "Are you glad school's almost over?"

Oh, not really. I pushed the cloth pieces I was working on aside. You know I really enjoyed school this year. Playing in the band and on the baseball team. In fact our final championship game is tomorrow night. You remember me talking about it last week don't you?

Rob, with a whimsical look replied, "Well kind of . . . Yea . . . Yea I do remember." Are we all going to the game?

I don't know Rob but I sure hope so. If Dad gets home from work early enough, I think they'll want to come. I'm going to ride to the game with Larry and his Mom.

Well anyway, I'm going to put this stuff away, wanna go down to Max's Drug for a magazine, or a soda . . . . . . my treat. It's still a couple of hours to dinner and Mom won't care.

Ron said a hurried "OK" and started to get Lancer. Out the front door they went and Lancer was gone like a shot. As they walked towards the downtown area . . . . Lancer was way ahead of them.

Bill remarked to Rob, "You know you better call him back, he's getting too rambunctious. Rob put his fingers up to his mouth and gave a shrill whistle, that stopped Lancer in his tracks. Another short one brought him right back to where the whistle came from. Good boy said Rob and reached down and gave him a pat on the side. Then ROb reached in his back pocket and pulled out a leash that was just right for Lancer.

"Hey, where in a rocksname did you get that", inquired Bill.

Rob replied, "Oh I've had it for quite awhile, I traded for it from Benny Martin for a bag of marbles. I just never liked to put it on him, but here goes."

We got to Max's Drug store in a jiff and went right to the counter. Shirley Donahue was jerking sodas that day so it didn't take us long to decide. Shirley made the best double chocolate sodas anywhere in the valley.

I looked at Rob nodding, turned to Shirley and said, "Hi Shirley".

Her reply was, "Hi Guys."

We'll have two of your famous double chocolate sodas.

OK Bill and you can cut out the flattery but I like it, remarked Shirley.

We finished those sodas off in nothing flat, said goodby to shirley and were out of the door. Rob reached down for Lancers leash and we were headed for home.

About half way down the block to our house, we could see Mom, on the front porch, talking to the postman.

Rob and Lancer took off like a shot, down the sidewalk up the steps of the front porch and stopped just short of running into Mr. Bacon our postman, who looked down at Rob and said, "Well hello Rob, how are you and Lancer enjoying the summer?"

Rob replied, "Listen now . . . . you boys go on in and get washed-up for dinner, I'll be in shortly."

Rob didn't get an answer to his question but he said, OK Mom . . . . . . . . Good to see you Mr. Bacon."

I came up to the front porch and gave Mom a hug and said hello to Mr. Bacon.

He turned to me and replied, "Well Bill, big game tonight Huh? I figure you should be able to take those Vikings by at least 6 runs . . . . . . . that wound about right?"

Well I don't know Mr. Bacon but were going to give it our best . . . . . . and see you at the game.

Wouldn't miss it for all the tea in China. Lots of luck Bill. Have a great game. OK Mr. Bacon will do.

You boys get the table set and we'll have dinner shortly. Your Dad had to work late so we'll go ahead without him.

While I was setting the plates and silverware I asked Mom if Dad was going to make it to the game.

Well Honey, I'm pretty sure he'll make it one way or the other and we'll all be there rooting for you to win.

Rob piped-up with, "Are you going to pitch tonight Bill?"

I looked over at Rob who was putting down the dinner napkins and replied, "I'm not for sure but it looks like I will.

Rob yelled, "Ya-who . . . . . . way to go Bill."

Alright boys lets sit down. I fixed Bill's favorite dish for good luck at the game.

Oh Boy, thanks Mom. I took a big helping of my favorite Macaroni and Cheese. This is really great Mom m m m m. . . .

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