Things looked a little desperate for Mac and Boomer

Devil Track Trading Banner Previously: “But we’re WARHORSES!

“Honestly, you two,” Boomer chastised, “You have nothing to prove to us—but if you spoil a shot…”

“I’m just jerking your chain, human Boomer,” Thunderhoof replied.

“You mean to tell us you can’t shoot from a bucking-horse?” Tall Brave cracked, “Roy Rogers could.”

Some 100 yards ahead “those guys” rounded the bend—at the gallop. Boomer and Mac dropped the reigns and began firing—their mighty warhorses needed no goading and quickly charged the enemy.

Scruffy was the first to fall—followed by several others.

Our heroes on both the left and right flanks charged—their progress slowed by the trees—and I might add—the trees limited the accuracy of their rifles.

Just seconds later Mac, Boomer, Tall Brave and Thunderhoof were completely surrounded—the odds were ten to two—against. Continue reading

Please WELCOME Linda Bryant Halvorson

Linda Character with her Mustang

Linda Character with her Mustang

In the background—this P-51D-10-NA flown by Captain R A Karr,of the 364th Fighter Squadron, 357th Fighter Group, 66th Fighter Wing, 8th Air Force and based in England—1944.

In the foreground—The Port of Danger Bay MN, has another IRL person to joining our cast of characters!

Please WELCOME Linda Bryant Halvorson—to our happy band o’cyber-characters!

Confrontation

Devil Track Trading Banner ©2014 Jack BoardmanPreviously: “Yeah, Scruffy,” a third fellow chimed in, “There’s only three of them—are you afraid of three Injuns?”

The conversation degenerated into “mob-talk” of the sort that has been a staple in most western movies and Tee-Vee shows with snippets of discernible sentences: “We need t’catch them Injuns an lynch ‘em.”

“C’mon fellers—let’s ride!”

“We can’t let-‘em git t’Williams Station.”

Intermingled with the unintelligible sound of angry voices speaking at once. Continue reading

LET’S GO!

Devil Track Trading Banner Previously: “Where ARE those guys?” Chris asked with fingers a-twitching as they held her heavy Farkleberry-Henry .44-40.

“They stopped about a hundred yards before the bend in the road,” Flutters reported, “They seem to be waiting.”

“For what?” Wyatt asked, “How many, Flutters?”

“Twenty.”

“Piece of cake,” Hiram cracked.

“No thanks,” Brave Hawk replied, “Better to battle on an empty stomach.”

Hiram appreciated his ancestor’s dry humor—but there was work to be done, so, “Flutters, please scout the trading post again. I’d like to know what they’ve done with Goodfellow.” Continue reading

“Do tell.”

Devil Track Trading Banner Previously: Boomer and Mac stayed on the road—blocking the pursuers, “We’re gonna be a bit outnumbered, Mac.”

“That means it’s fair fight.”

“Yep,” Boomer agreed, chambering his Farkleberry-Henry .44-40, a fair fight.”

“Here they come—don’t be scared little-buddy, I’ll protect you,” Mac rumbled as he chambered his Farkleberry-Henry .44-40.

“I feel SO—MUCH—BETTER! Continue reading

Sometimes—It is best to start over—a RARE Sunday post

When I designed the most recent Danger Bay Airfield—I got a bit carried-away and made a much larger airfield than a small area  such as Moosehead County could possibly support.

The rest of the pilots arrived at the airfield

I got a bit carried-away

I attempted to use a photograph I had taken of Lake Superior and modifying it to “look” like the backside of the South Bluff. Continue reading

“I feel SO—MUCH—BETTER!”

Devil Track Trading BannerPreviously: Silverthorns are skilled warriors, not simply skilled businessmen and women, after all.

He climbed up on Fleetfoot, his sentient steed, and with his men, headed towards Williams’ Station, where he’d heard there was a new army outpost, “Let’s go, Fleetfoot, quickly, quietly and carefully—for I distrust this LaFarge.”

With the speed of sentient horses, they quickly put several miles between them and any possible pursuers.

There were pursuers—and others already in front of Brave Hawk and his men. Continue reading

Pierre LaFarge

Devil Track Trading Banner Previously: “I think we should solve the murder of J. T. Goodfellow,” Chris suggested.

“I don’t know if he’s dead,” Cujo replied, “He may well be—but I can’t determine that. You must find out, as there are certain things I cannot do, and that is one of them.”

“We’ll find out, dear Cujo,” Sarah assured the Beagamute, “I’m so glad you are back.”

With that Cujo and Karma disappeared.

Big Mac rumbled with a wicked grin, “Let’s ride!” Continue reading

On the trail—again!

Devil Track Trading BannerSeason 11—Adventure 2—Devil Track Trading—Episode 1: Chris, Sara, Boomer, Carl, Hiram, Jr., Buttons, Daisy, Pepper and Flutters faded-out from Silverthorn’s Café (Jay Cooper requested the weekend off to fly a chartered flight to Canada for some well-heeled fishermen and Cujo, long ago, granted the request), and found themselves on the trail to Devil Track Trading our heroes were lamenting their diminishing number, “This is not good. Here we are closing-in on those responsible for a possible murder—and yet one more has been granted leave…”

“But, Boomer,” Sarah replied, “We really need that income. During our time in the 21st Century we had no charters to fly. You agree, don’t you Carl?”

On the trail to Devil Track Trading

On the trail to Devil Track Trading

“I do. Business has not been great this year. With some luck, we may be able to accomplish enough this 19th Century visit to earn a weekend or two in the 21st.”

“Y’know, I see no reason why Cujo can’t bring us to and from the past instantly,” Chris suggested, “After all, time is fluid—right?”

“Normally, yes,” Boomer replied, “But Cujo is still engaged in battle with that sabre toothed oversized Bobcat.”

“Does that mean we could be stuck here?”

“It could have, until just now,” a familiar and much-missed voice replied as Cujo and Karma Big Feathers appeared.

Cujo and Karma BigFeathers appeared

“Master!” Flutters exclaimed

Master!” Flutters exclaimed.

Cujo!” the balance of the humans and dog-people exclaimed in near-unison.

“I know you would all like to spend some time at home in the 21st Century,” Cujo arfed, “But you are needed here more. The future of Williams’ Station is in deep jeopardy. The trouble is—I’m not exactly certain what action you should take—my battle with the sabre toothed bobcat has affected my abilities, at least for the time being.”

“I think we should solve the murder of J. T. Goodfellow,” Chris suggested.

“I don’t know if he’s dead,” Cujo replied, “He may well be—but I can’t determine that. You must find out, as there are certain things I cannot do, and that is one of them.”

“We’ll find out, dear Cujo,” Sarah assured the Beagamute, “I’m so glad you are back.”

With that Cujo and Karma disappeared.

Big Mac rumbled with a wicked grin, “Let’s ride!”

To be continued…

Mandy’s New World

Family Ties BannerPreviously: Mandy was quiet and finally fell asleep on Sandra’s lap. Sandra wondered what the little girl had been through in the months she had been in the home. While the people seemed kind, those places always lacked for money. Other children can be cruel in the circumstances they find themselves in and take it out on other children.

If they had not been able to find Mandy a foster home there must be a lack of people willing to take children. Sandra had also heard horror stories about some the homes that were willing to take the children.

She was just thankful she had Mandy with her now.

They pulled into Danger Bay quite late, so a little sleep and things will all be sorted out. Continue reading