GotBob turned to head down to PawZ, “Well, nice meeting you. I have an appointment with Ralph and friends I must get to.”
Charlie Johnson nodded only half hearing Bob—his mind was mulling this opportunity. “They don’t have a blacksmith here, an old values town with no blacksmith…”
Arriving at PawZ, the gang of beagles there bayed a hearty greeting as Bob walked up—all but one—whose greeting was a slowly-thumping tale. 14 year old Ralph could only manage a tail-thump.
Chapter IX—Episode 9—The Darkening Sky:
GotBob remained with the dogs of PawZ for two hours, much to his surprise. “Oh GREAT! I’m late for dinner I hope Lar & Hy aren’t too peeved…”
It was hard for him to leave the critters, not made any easier by the doleful beagle-eyes of old Ralph. “Ralph, my friend, I’ll be back for you after dinner.” Just then every Beagle at PawZ burst into a happy cacophony of bay. Ralph would have what he wanted most…his own peopledog!
As GotBob walked to Silverthorn’s he was struck by…“BENSON!”
Charlie Johnson decided to take a look around the town, looking in the window of Silverthorn’s as he passed by he saw a rather…well…dumb looking guy talking to…oh REALLY?..An Indian! “Humpff! Must be a rez nearby—honestly, why won’t they just stay there.”
It was on 2nd Street, a block north of Silverthorn Avenue, that he saw it. An abandoned, and for sale old Blacksmith building. “This will do nicely.” (Isn’t it interesting that in cyberspace, things really do just appear when you need them?)
The Steam Vessel (SV) Danger Bay passed by South Point on her way onto the big lake, making a wide arc to avoid Eagle Point. Ines & Melissa completed entering course instructions into the navigational computer. The boat would continue her heading (SSE) and once reaching 10 nautical miles from the North Shore, the computer would order a course change to 37º (NNE).
The guests were below making ready their quarters and making use of the tiny galley to prepare dinner. Sarah went to the galley where she found Kiwi. “Need any help?”
“No…well maybe. What kind of salad goes with Mojitos?”
“After a Mojito, it won’t really matter.”
After a Mojito-lubricated dinner, which everyone thought quite tasty (we really don’t know how tasty the meal was for certain), everyone made their way on deck. They were greeted by a too-early darkening sky and Ines by the words of the pilot, Melissa as she arrived at the pilothouse, “There’s a storm a’comin’!”
“How serious, Pilot?”
Thus concludes Chapter IX
To be Continued…Chapter X—The Girlz’ Adventure
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