Song of Pierre
by John D. Nesbitt
Cactus Pete hired me to do a job—a secret sort of job, for two bits and food. It didn't sound too bad, at first. Then he brought out this black, smelly beast he called a burro. Pierre and I took an instant dislike to each other, but we came to an uneasy understanding. Later on, out in the desert when strange things began to happen, I'd be glad I had made the acquaintance of smelly old Pierre.