He's not about to let the pup out of the kennel and be forced to shut down all good we're accomplishing.
"It's the Lucky Pup mine!" he announced.
The Lucky Pup is one of a dozen or so digs scattered around his property up in Governor's Basin.
One of the ladies who worked at the courthouse made an offhand comment about the popular Lucky Pup Mine.
Mr. Dean here, part time detective and sheriff candidate, tracked down a hot lead on some bones—maybe a long dead villain—up at The Lucky Pup mine.
I own The Lucky Pup mine.
I don't give a damn about a bunch of bones, but where do you get off saying The Lucky Pup Mine is yours?
If you want the parcel with the Lucky Pup on it, there's a damn good reason—something I don't know about.
It sounds like the Lucky Pup Mine is at the bottom of the whole business.
"I suppose this means it's inappropriate to fill Fred in on what happened at the Lucky Pup," Cynthia mused as they climbed the steps to Bird Song.
In the eyes of the Deans, it was looking more and more as if person or persons unknown did in fact take the original bones and switch them for the theatrical imitations Fitzgerald dragged out of The Lucky Pup mine.
A little girl—a sort-of ward of ours—had an interest in the Lucky Pup Mine.
The Lucky Pup has apparently been sealed up for the last forty years until someone—kids, we think—broke into the mine this spring.
He'd reached to the main Jeep road from the faint trail to the Lucky Pup when a sound broke the stillness of dusk.
"The liquor bottle outside the Lucky Pup mine was a pint of vodka, too," Cynthia said.
But no one's worked the Lucky Pup in decades.
Cynthia resurrected the question of "metalman29," the e-mail presumably from a gold or silver dealer who'd indicated an interest in the Lucky Pup mine.
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