Previously: A short time later, Boomer & company came upon Chris and the marshals, “We had a near run-in with some folks on the high ground five miles ahead of you. Chances are good they’ve left—but.”
“We’ll scout the hill, just to be safe,” Chris replied, “Why didn’t they attack doya reckon?”
“This, perhaps?” Boomer pulled out his new Farkleberry.
“Oh. I am SO jealous,” Susie’s eyes widened—just a bit.
“There’s one each apiece waiting for you in basement of my place.”
“I asked for them and they came by next-day-mail.”
“In the 19th Century?”
“This is a blog—not reality.”
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