The Ballad of Dog Dually - Page 4

Bite Me, I need the Money

After a day and a half on the river all wilderness rafters make it back to the campground.  Alive. Tired and Dusty.  With a hitch in his get-away, Wiley hobbles over to the bar / store / stool to hang out with the good ol’ boys from the local outfitters shooting the breeze about the river and rafters.

‘What’ll you have’, asks the barkeep?’
'PBR like everyone else I guess.'
'What’s your name son?'
'Look at the label – PBR.  That’s me – Peter Brown Robinson.  Get it?' Guffaw, guffaw.

Bidding the bubbas goodbye, Wiley drags himself back to camp to pack up and go.That’s where Wiley meets Dually bringing back to mind the murder, musicballad – Tom Dooley.