pacer

Then one day he saw another Pacer in the parking lot of a chicken joint.

It was an old, rusted AMC Pacer that was missing, among other things, a fuel door.

Pacer had something wrong with his mouth, and Mr. Wood turned back his lips and examined it carefully.

Pacer winced a little, and Mr. Wood said: "Steady, steady, my beauty; 'twill soon be over."

I think the best story about Cleve and Pacer is the one that uncle told me last evening.

He unhitched the lead team and in place of the sorrel put a saddle horse called Pacer.

That's what most entertaining in Hillsboro is like, but, as I say, once in a while the old slow pacer wakes up.