he gasoline can of milk. "Good thing you set this
off to one side where it didn't get hit and go off," he said. "The way
this stuff reacts, we'd be without a pump, engine, or windmill if it
had.

"Barney, be a good guy and finish putting in that glass for me will
you? I've got the frame all ready to putty. I've got me some fiddlin'
and figurin' to do."

Johnny angled off to the tractor and tool shed and disappeared inside.
Barney limped into the kitchen and went to work on the window glass.
From the tractor shed came the sounds of an engine spluttering, racing,
backfiring and then, just idling.

When Hetty drove back into the ranch yard an hour or so later, Johnny
was rodeoing the farm tractor around the yard like a teen-ager, his
face split in a wide grin. She parked the truck under the tree as
Johnny drove the tractor alongside and gunned the engine, still
grinning.

"What in tarnation is this all about?" Hetty asked as she climbed down
from the pickup.

"Know what this tractor's running on?" Johnny shouted over the noise of
the engine.

"Of course I do, you young idiot," she exclaimed. "It's gasoline."

"Wrong," Johnny yelled triumphantly. "It's running on Sally's milk!"

* * * * *

The next morning, Johnny had mixed up two hundred gallons of Sally's
Fuel and had the pickup, tractor, cattle truck and his 1958 Ford and
Hetty's '59 Chevrolet station wagon all purring on the mixture.

Mixing it was a simple process after he experimented and found the
right proportions. One quart of pure Sally's milk to one hundred
gallons of water. He had used the two remaining quarts in the gasoline
can to make the mixture but by morning, Sally had graced the ranch with
five more gallons of the pure concentrate. Johnny carefully stored the
concentrated milk in a scoured fifty-five gallon gasoline drum in the
tool shed.

"We've hit a gold mine," he told Hetty exultantly. "We're never going
to have to buy gasoline again. On top of that, at the rate Sally's
turning this stuff out, we can start selling it in a couple of weeks
and make a fortune."

That same morning, Hetty collected three more of the golden eggs.

"Set 'em on the shelf," Johnny said, "and when we go into town next
time I'll have Dale look at them and maybe tell us what those hens have
been into. I'll probably go into town again Saturday for the mail."

But when Saturday came, Johnny was hobbling around the ranch on