Ol’ Brody’s been interested in weird goings-on ever since Hector was a pup (and Brody, too). As a kid I read Frank Edwards’ “nonfiction” stuff with glee. Weird hauntings and improbable things happening, like the story of a Revolutionary War battle being won when the fort ran out of shot and used stale cheese. Now, Brody’s trail biscuits are good for both breaking a tooth and being shot from a Sharps buffalo gun, but cheese?
Just between me and you, stick with lead.
It’s easier to clean the gun after shooting the bad guys.