Things were about to get ugly

Trading Post BannerPreviously: “I’ll just shut-up, now,” Flutters squeaked.

“Begging your pardon, Colonel,” Boomer smiled, “Do we really need Daisy’s assistance here?”

Daisy’s tail began to wag—she KNEW what “People-Dog” Boomer was about to ask…

The colonel smiled, “I believe K9 Trooper Daisy would be an asset to the marshals, her lack of opposable-digits, essential to our task here, requires her reassignment to them.”


Flutters looked at Daisy’s now-furiously wagging tail, “CRAP! Continue reading

A tell-tale tail

Trading Post BannerPreviously: “That part is easy, First-Sergeant—the difficult part is dealing with the folks across Devil Track Lake.”

“What folks across the lake, Colonel?”

“The ones we expect to try to take over this stockade—AND who we believe murdered the man who was going to turn this back into a trading post,” Mac replied, “Those were my orders as of our stay in Danger Bay.”

“You and I, First-Sergeant, will prepare the stockade. US Marshal, District of Cook and Moosehead Counties McIntyre and his deputies will deal with them.”

“You guys get all the fun!” Continue reading


Trading Post BannerPreviously: “Please excuse us, Mr. Rohrbacher,” Sarah was sure she knew their priorities, “We’d best return to the stockade. I’m sure we’ll be investigating Goodfellow’s fate.”

“I’m sure you will, but I fear what you’ll find. I will prepare the marshal’s office for you.”

“We share your fear.” Continue reading

“We share your fear.”

Trading Post BannerPreviously: The marshals rode along Main Street where they were welcomed by Professor Hare—still running his college, Adelbert Simpson, president of the bank, and finally, Ira Rohrbacher, owner and operator of “Ira Rohrbacher and Sons Lodging.”

“Welcome back, Marshals,” Rohrbacher smiled, “You folks planning on staying?”

“For now, Mr. Rohrbacher,” Chris replied, “When we left, there was a town marshal here.”

“Got sick last winter and died, I’m sorry to report.” Continue reading

Cooper’s band arrived at Williams Station

Trading Post BannerPreviously: The camp followers outnumbered the soldiers two to one.

“The troop is headin’ for Danger Bay, I figger we should head for Williams Station.”

“Why?” Schmidlap asked.

“I hear-tell there be a trading post there,” Fenton replied, “And it’s been abandoned. Go tell Carlson and his bunch, they’ll partner with us—jes like the old days at Snelling.” Continue reading

Jes like the old days

Trading Post Banner Previously: “There is little such prejudice in Moosehead County.”

“There isn’t now—but there is a column of troops on their way from Fort Snelling…”

“…With all the hangers-on, bringing along their prejudices,” Boomer finished the colonel’s thoughts.” Continue reading

“Ya think?”

Trading Post BannerPreviously: “We must leave here. I received word that the troops deployed from Fort Snelling have reached Duluth, and will be here in a fortnight,” Lt. Col. Cooper said, “I’ve asked the Silverthorns to misdirect them to Moosehead City—that should buy us enough time to set-up the old trading post as our outpost—but we must get started now, there is no time to lose.”

“Colonel,” Mac began, “I have orders to…”

“Not any longer, Mac,” Cooper interrupted, “I’ve called-in some favors and got your orders changed.”

“Why does this not surprise me?” Continue reading

Silverthorn’s Trading Post

Trading Post BannerPreviously: “I expect so, Dad,” Lt. Hiram Silverthorn replied, “I’d kinda like an actual weekend off in the 21st Century once in a while.”

“Not this weekend,” his father replied as most of them began to disappear—surprising Hiram only in that Susie and Larry didn’t leave, “Why are you still here?”

“I asked Cujo for a vacation in Canada, and she approved it, apparently.”

“Jimmy Hickok and I are headed out on an ‘Airstream vacation’ approved by the Beagamute months ago.”

Sandra just stood there in astonished silence. Continue reading

Meanwhile—At Silverthorne’s Café

Trading Post Banner Previously (from Chapter Three):“Say WHAT?” Boomer growled—again, “What the HELL does that have to do with anything, Corporal? You want to serve again? Just tell me why!”

“Because I’m a damn-fine corporal, First-Sergeant!”

“Corporal—grab an ale and then go through yonder door and tell them I sent you—you’re hired!”

With a very-large grin Corporal Ozzie did just that.

Hiram, Chris, Wyatt, Sarah, and Boomer grinned as Ozzie disappeared into the back room.

Previously (from Chapter Four): Chris looked over at Sandra and said, “No more talking of leaving Sandra?”

Sandra’s face lit up like the 4th of July, and she realized she did not have to be afraid ever again. She said, “No more talk of leaving, I do not have to look over my shoulder any longer.  I can finally put down roots and I am so glad it is the place I have come to love with people I really care about!” Continue reading