Author Archives: Jack Boardman

About Jack Boardman

Just a little bit of a Curmudgeon.

“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…

Okay Tall Brave, let’s ride

WAANAKI` Banner Previously: Captain Grey Wolf was both surprised and delighted, “To do this, you’ll have to resign from the US Army.”

Baumgartner didn’t hesitate in his reply, “Our enlistments have already ended. I was informed of this by telegraph when we were in Grand Marais. Fort Snelling has been decommissioned, and although we’ll be paid for this assignment, our careers are over.”

“Those of us here are all single,” First-Sergeant Hanft added, “And have no reason to return south. I’m from Two Harbors, and the rest of us from Cook or St. Louis counties.”

Grey Wolf smiled and turned to Boomer, “You’re fired! I don’t need two first-sergeants.”

“Thank you Grey Wolf,” Boomer replied.

“Beggin’ your pardon, Captain, what does ‘Waanaki`’ mean?” Baumgartner asked.

“It means Live in Peace.” Continue reading

“…what does ‘Waanaki`’ mean?”

WAANAKI` Banner Previously: Schultze reluctantly complied with the order, and after being stripped of his weapons, was escorted on foot to the outpost and secured in the guard-house.

“What of us, Captain Silverthorn, sir?” Lt. Baumgartner asked.

“You may leave, Lieutenant,” Grey Wolf replied, “You acquitted yourselves honorably.”

“You know, Captain,” Boomer grinned, “I’ll just bet these fellas could use a fine brown ale.”

“What I know, First-Sergeant,” Silverthorn laughed, “YOU could use an ale. Very well, Lieutenant Baumgartner, you and your men are welcome to remain here a couple of hours, if you wish.”

They wished. Continue reading

“I will not!”

WAANAKI` Banner Previously: Seeing native and Negro troopers mixed with white troopers stunned Schultze—and when he realized the troopers were commanded by a damned injun; he was apoplectic, his face flushed bright red.

Never in his life had he imagined such a thing. He’d built his career fighting the Dakotah. It had been a good career, b’God—Injuns shouldn’t be anywhere but on reservations, or hanged.

Sure, there were Negro soldiers during the War Between the States—but they were commanded by white officers!

Finally he couldn’t control his rage, “CHARGE THE BASTARDS!”

Cooper and Boomer were taken completely by surprise. Continue reading

Taken completely by surprise

WAANAKI` Banner Previously: Both knew the invitation would be rejected, and the arriving troopers from Fort Snelling would be more inclined to take-over the outpost.

Cooper and Boomer rode up to the commanding officer of the troop, “Good day Captain…”

“Schultze, Rolf Schultze, Colonel,” the officer replied, “By order of Major-General…”

“You are ordered to place me under arrest and take command of Outpost Waanaki`.” Continue reading

“Clearly, we would be amiss…”

WAANAKI` Banner Previously: Karma really didn’t want to answer the call from that ‘asinine pigeon’ as she thought of him, but since she could not help Cujo, she had little choice.

A very surprised Flutters found himself flying next to Karma.

The two of them swept down upon the humans and their non-sentient canines.

The humans and their non-sentient canines were never heard from again. Nor was there any evidence left behind.

Karma dropped their remains in the middle of Devil Track Lake and they soon became fish-food.

Heammawihio-Wakonda returned to await Cujo’s call.

Flutters returned to his friends with no memory of Karma’s assistance. Continue reading

Flutters & Karma

WAANAKI` Banner Previously: Before the men could react they heard a howl from near the lake.

AR-ROOOOOO!!! AR-ROOOOOOO!!! AR-ROOOOOOO!!!

What neither non-sentient dogs nor their humans could detect—was what Daisy was saying. Her friends could, “To Buttons!!! To Buttons!!! FLUTTERS—GET HELP!!!

Pepper joined Daisy in her efforts, “AR-ROOOOOO!!! AR-ROOOOOOO!!! AR-ROOOOOOO!!!

This temporarily spooked the men and their dogs.

Regaining their senses, they began to head towards the sound.

Buttons detected this and quickly decided to distract the enemy from intercepting her friends, “ARF-ARF-ARF-ARF!!!

The humans and their dogs broke into a run—towards Buttons! Continue reading

Buttons!

WAANAKI` Banner Previously: As mile after mile after mile slowly passed, so too their daydream thoughts began to overcome their vigilance.

The K9 deputies moving much faster than their human friends had already passed into Cook County and were rapidly working their way along northeast shoreline when they stopped suddenly—all senses on alert and scanning for the danger ahead.

There was danger ahead—extreme danger. Continue reading