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		<title>“Have you seen Alice?” ~A NEW RW Character</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 06:30:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: “Hold on Deputy Larry,” Bart, with all his experience tracking down fugitives, knew that by the time they got on the road they&#8217;d stand little chance of catching them, “Not to tell you business, but them fellas got a &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/02/02/have-you-seen-alice-a-new-rw-character/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5634&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1sC">Previously:</a></strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Hold on Deputy Larry,” Bart, with all his experience tracking down fugitives, knew that by the time they got on the road they&#8217;d stand little chance of catching them, “Not to tell you business, but them fellas got a huge lead on us, and unless you want to track them for days&#8230;”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Good point. Whaddaya think, Jack?”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>I think we need to get to Williams&#8217; Station.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VII, Chapter 1, Episode 11:</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">As the deputies and Bart were speaking Doc Shouse had seen to Doctor &amp; Mrs. McLean&#8217;s accommodations at the hotel when she met a woman accompanied by couple of boys as she stepped outside, “Hello, I don&#8217;t believe we&#8217;ve met, I&#8217;m Doctor Shouse, veterinarian and headmistress of the Danger Bay Orphanage.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><img class="aligncenter" title="Outside Grand Marais Hotel " src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7152/6641660551_cbb4dde811_o.jpg" alt="Outside Grand Marais Hotel " width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Pleased to meet you, I&#8217;ve been following your adventures for some time now. What I don&#8217;t know is how I got here and why these boys have latched on to me,” Susan was still a little disoriented, “Have you seen Alice?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Chris was dumbfounded, “Alice the Labrador?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Yes, I want so badly to see her.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">She&#8217;s off on an adventure with the other dog-people and Ringo&#8230;”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Oh, I know, but I was hoping&#8230;it&#8217;s been so long&#8230;”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">How did you get here?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Oh my&#8230;THAT is so strange&#8230;I don&#8217;t know where to begin.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">At the beginning?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">I had just finished sending out a bunch of Apple Cakes and had decided to walk my dogs on the beach when I found myself, dressed like this, in front of a log cabin with a cup of coffee in my hand.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Covered bridge and 21st Century Williams' Station" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7170/6658817891_845a6529c4_o.jpg" alt="Covered bridge and 21st Century Williams' Station" width="640" height="205" />As she explains her experience to Doc Shouse, perhaps we should take a look at how Williams&#8217; Station appears in the 21<sup>st</sup> Century&#8230;</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Silverthorn &amp; Cloud at Miller's" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6658858307_5192aef171_o.jpg" alt="Silverthorn &amp; Cloud at Miller's" width="640" height="503" />Eagle Point Police Lieutenant Hy Silverthorn and Sergeant Douglas Cloud were driving through Williams&#8217; Station on their way to Moosehead City—taking the longer “scenic route” as they had the time before meeting with Sheriff Todd McCoy there when for the first time they noticed “Mrs. Miller&#8217;s SEVEN TABLES Bakery &amp; Restaurant” and decided to stop for coffee.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>To be Continued&#8230;<img class="aligncenter" title="Refreshment Banner" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6029370546_e7c8aba374_o.jpg" alt="Refreshment Banner" width="640" height="233" /></strong></em></span></span></p>
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		<title>We need to get to Williams&#8217; Station</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 06:30:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: “Easy, Clem, you should never underestimate a job,” turned out to be his last words and Clem never had a chance to respond as all four Ma Simpson&#8217;s men ambushed them from both sides. Eight of Spenser/Schwarzkopf&#8217;s raiders fell &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/02/01/we-need-to-get-to-williams-station/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5618&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1sh">Previously:</a></strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Easy, Clem, you should never underestimate a job,” turned out to be his last words and Clem never had a chance to respond as all four Ma Simpson&#8217;s men ambushed them from both sides.</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Eight of Spenser/Schwarzkopf&#8217;s raiders fell wounded or dead from their horses, four escaped.</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Leave no one alive,” Sam Binkley didn&#8217;t want any chance of their descriptions to get out. The four who escaped did not get a good look and too, it was pretty unlikely they would complain to any lawman.</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Their work done, they were ready to ride on, “Where to, boss?”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Williams&#8217; Station, Cairns, we need to pay a visit to Missus Simpson&#8217;s son.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VII, Chapter 1, Episode 10:</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Marshal Blackmon, with her deputy, Sarah Cooper, riding as outrider and escort for the stagecoach (and her safe arrival at Grand Marais not yet confirmed), needed help in looking after Danger Bay and the nearby farms and homesteads studied the face of this young Ojibwe, “Have you ever thought of a career in law enforcement?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Brave Hawk&#8217;s eyes sparkled exactly as she had seen his great-grand-nephew Hiram Silverthorn&#8217;s eyes sparkle when asked an anticipated question, “I could be persuaded.”<img class="aligncenter" title="You are now Deputy Brave Hawk Silverthorn" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6634517649_fcaf64264a_o.jpg" alt="You are now Deputy Brave Hawk Silverthorn" width="640" height="503" /></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Blackmon&#8217;s expression remained unchanged in spite of her relief—she really <strong>NEEDED</strong> the help. She reached into her saddlebag and handed Brave Hawk a deputies badge [<em>don't ask me <strong>WHY</strong> the marshal just happened to have a spare badge in her saddlebags, <strong>GENTLE READER</strong>—I have <span style="color:#000000;"><strong>NO</strong></span> idea</em>], “<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;">You are now Deputy Town Marshal Brave Hawk</span> Silverthorn. Let&#8217;s go visit your brother, we&#8217;ll need more help.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Boomer, Larry and </span></span><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Bart Nathaniel after several hours of hard riding were taking a break from horseback and hunger about a hundred feet of the road. They&#8217;d just finished eating and were enjoying a mug of coffee when they heard horses galloping. They turned to see several riders pass, “Let&#8217;s mount up, they gotta be up t&#8217;something!”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" align="LEFT"><img class="aligncenter" title="Boomer, Larry and Bart taking a break" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7152/6641660231_823d072797_o.jpg" alt="Boomer, Larry and Bart taking a break" width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Hold on Deputy Larry,” Bart, with all his experience tracking down fugitives, knew that by the time they got on the road they&#8217;d stand little chance of catching them, “Not to tell you your business, but them fellas got a huge lead on us, and unless you want to track them for days&#8230;”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Good point. Whaddaya think, Jack?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">I think we need to get to Williams&#8217; Station.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>To be Continued&#8230;<img class="aligncenter" title="Refreshment Banner" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6029370546_e7c8aba374_o.jpg" alt="Refreshment Banner" width="640" height="233" /></strong></em></span></span></p>
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		<title>I am Enapay Chatan Silverthorn</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 06:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: This day was a happy one in Williams&#8217; Station, Adelbert Simpson, Jr. had just opened the first bank in Moosehead County and the grand opening celebration was underway. Adlebert had separated from the illegal, or at least, questionable, practices &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/i-am-enapay-chatan-silverthorn/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5597&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1s9">Previously:</a></strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>This day was a happy one in Williams&#8217; Station, Adelbert Simpson, Jr. had just opened the first bank in Moosehead County and the grand opening celebration was underway. Adlebert had separated from the illegal, or at least, questionable, practices of his mother and father and wanted to begin the redemption of the Simpson name—and he was well on his way. </em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>True to his word, Grey-Wolf Silverthorn personally saw to the burial of the fishermen and he sent runners to all the villages of Moosehead County. On foot, the runners could make better time through the forest than riders on the roads.</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VII, Chapter 1, Episode 9:</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Marshal Blackmon had been away from the village on rounds and she had not received the telegraph message from Gand Marais about the attack on the fishing camp. As she returned to her office an Obibwe man trotted towards her, “I am Enapay Chatan Silverthorn, or in your language, Brave Hawk Silverthorn, son of Grey Wolf Silverthorn and brother of Little Wolf <span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;">James Silverthorn. There has been a raid on the small fishing camp just north of Grand Marais; all are dead.”</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;"><img class="alignnone" title="I am Enapay Chatan Silverthorn " src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6634517313_3a193cc5b5_o.jpg" alt="I am Enapay Chatan Silverthorn " width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">How many attackers?”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">We counted horse tracks for twelve riders. We know they started for Grand Marais, but turned off the trail into the forest heading west.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">That could bring them anywhere here in the county, what of the other towns?”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Messengers have been sent to Williams&#8217; Station and Moosehead City.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">What about the stagecoach? My deputy was riding with the them.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">It was Cooper who discovered the fishermen.” </span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">On no, how many?” </span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#333333;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">There were twenty men, all friends of my father,” Brave-Hawk hesitated before adding, “All scalped.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><img class="aligncenter" title="Ambushed" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6619707041_c8197305bb_o.jpg" alt="Ambushed" width="640" height="531" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Easy, Clem, you should never underestimate a job,” turned out to be his last words and Clem never had a chance to respond as all four Ma Simpson&#8217;s men ambushed them from both sides.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Eight of Spenser/Schwarzkopf&#8217;s raiders fell wounded or dead from their horses, four escaped.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Leave no one alive,” Sam Binkley didn&#8217;t want any chance of their descriptions to get out. The four who escaped did not get a good look and too, it was pretty unlikely they would complain to any lawman.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Their work done, they were ready to ride on, “Where to, boss?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Williams&#8217; Station, Cairns, we need to pay a visit to Missus Simpson&#8217;s son.”</span></span></p>
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		<title>The grand opening of Williams&#8217; Station Bank</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 06:30:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: Moments later, Grey-Wolf Silverthorn came back outside, “We did not do this thing. There are boot-prints in the dust.” “Mine?” “No Cooper, much too large to be your footprints. There were at least five others in the cabin.” It &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/the-grand-opening-of-williams-station-bank/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5589&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1s0">Previously:</a></strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Moments later, Grey-Wolf Silverthorn came back outside, “We did not do this thing. There are boot-prints in the dust.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Mine?”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>No Cooper, much too large to be your footprints. There were at least five others in the cabin.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>It was then that Matthew Farkleberry walked up, wondering what was keeping Cooper so long at the cabin, “Hello Grey-Wolf, my friend. Why are you holding up the deputy?”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>You are in great danger, friend Farkleberry, I have more warriors here, they will spread the news of this atrocity. Be on your way.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VII, Chapter 1, Episode 8:</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="The stage arrived at Grand Marais " src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6619707371_3ca817e178_o.jpg" alt="The stage arrived at Grand Marais " width="640" height="503" />Cooper, Farkleberry and the stagecoach began the run to Grand Marais, and watched for the expected attack; an attack that never materialized, they arrived safely a few hours after leaving the fishing camp. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Tired as they were from the stress of the past few hours, they didn&#8217;t notice the stranger standing next to Doc Shouse in front of the hotel, or the deputy marshal paying very close attention to their arrival.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">The raiders responsible for the attack had turned up a side trail and rode along that for several hours before threading their way to the main road to Williams&#8217; Station—they had “business” there, “This new bank in that jerkwater town should be easy to rob, buncha rubes in that town.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><img class="aligncenter" title="Riding into an ambush ©2012 Jack Boardman" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6619706679_173427a6d1_o.jpg" alt="Riding into an ambush ©2012 Jack Boardman" width="640" height="311" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Easy, Clem, you should never underestimate a job.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">It&#8217;s too bad they knew nothing of Binkley, Abel, Cairns and Sledge also riding on that road—and looking for, and finding a good place for an ambush.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">This day was a happy one in Williams&#8217; Station, Adelbert Simpson, Jr. had just opened the first bank in Moosehead County and the grand opening celebration was underway. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Grand opening Williams' Station Bank" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6543665849_5d25e8f676_o.jpg" alt="Grand opening Williams' Station Bank" width="640" height="503" />Adlebert had separated from the illegal, or at least, questionable, practices of his mother and father and wanted to begin the redemption of the Simpson name—and he was well on his way. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">True to his word, Grey-Wolf Silverthorn personally saw to the burial of the fishermen and he sent runners to all the villages of Moosehead County. On foot, the runners could make better time through the forest than riders on the roads.</span></span></p>
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		<title>Renegade growled&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 06:30:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daisy Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: “What must I do?” “You must learn. From Daisy, you will learn how to lead others, from PepperCooper, resourcefulness, from Buttons, courage, from Benjamin, loyalty, and from Alice, you will learn perception—she will know our ancestor.” “And from you, &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/29/renegade-growled/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5657&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1t9"><span style="color:#000000;">Previously:</span></a></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>What must I do?”</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>You must learn. From Daisy, you will learn how to lead others, from PepperCooper, resourcefulness, from Buttons, courage, from Benjamin, loyalty, and from Alice, you will learn perception—she will know our ancestor.” </em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>And from you, brother?”</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>That you shall be a provisional pack member of Daisy&#8217;s pack and no more until such time as all pack members agree you are worthy of this pack.”</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>And with that Ringo disappeared&#8230;never to return to 1873.</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VI, Chapter 1, Episode 7 Dog Adventure 10:</strong></span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">We begin our quest now,” Daisy figured the best way to instruct Renegade was “on the job” as they sought out sentient wolves &amp; canines, “Flutters? You know what to do, I suspect?”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Flutters, for once—surprisingly—had no comment as he flew off to provide aerial recon by flying among the tree tops and watching and listening for sentient creatures.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">How, exactly, O&#8217;Mistress Daisy, do we &#8216;quest&#8217; for sentience?” </span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">We listen and we can feel sentience,” Alice replied mildly, “You should already have this ability; all sentient creatures have it.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Daisy for her part ignored Renegade&#8217;s sarcasm and led her pack deeper into the forest and like most of her kind, loved to explore.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#888888;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="In the DEEP FOREST" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6672324267_46af07b722_o.jpg" alt="Dogs &amp; wolf in the DEEP FOREST" width="640" height="503" /><span style="color:#000000;">As always when they were together, PepperCooper was at her side—it was like old times, “This is great!”</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">It is, Pepper, of course there is the issue of&#8230;food.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">I hadn&#8217;t thought of that.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">It&#8217;s all a beagle thinks about; maybe not consciously, but always there—bubbling up at inappropriate times.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Benjamin couldn&#8217;t let it go, “You should knock-off the sarcasm, Renegade; Daisy did not have to accept the assignment from Ringo.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Renegade growled.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Buttons returned the growl, “You need to back off, buster!”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Brave barking for such a little canine,” Renegade&#8217;s tone was ominous. He bared his fangs.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>To be Continued&#8230;</strong></em></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>And with that Ringo disappeared&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 06:30:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daisy Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: At first the three wolves just sat there, looking around, sniffing the air—the scents similar yet different, a faint hint of wood-smoke, perhaps. They padded about the immediate area, tentative as a puppy first exploring an unfamiliar place, and &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/28/and-with-that-ringo-disappeared/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5651&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1rW"><span style="color:#000000;">Previously:</span></a></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>At first the three wolves just sat there, looking around, sniffing the air—the scents similar yet different, a faint hint of wood-smoke, perhaps. </em></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>They padded about the immediate area, tentative as a puppy first exploring an unfamiliar place, and no one spoke.</em></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>After an hour or so, Snowstorm began to realize what may have happened, “Stay here and don&#8217;t speak,” she ordered and trotted off into the forest.</em></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Twenty minutes later she returned with a wicked wolven smile, “Perfect!”</em></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VI, Chapter 1, Episode 6 Dog Adventure 9:</strong></span></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Snowstorm and friends in 1873" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6574500547_7025590aba_o.jpg" alt="Snowstorm and friends in 1873" width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Why do you say this O&#8217; my queen?”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">We may now find Ringo and eliminate him here and when we return to our time—he will never have existed!”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">And how do we return?”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">I have the ability to return us now, I gained the power when I fought with Cujo.”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">It was right after that we came here&#8230;”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Because I willed it so!”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Renegade was still a bit disoriented and coming to grasp with his new reality, “Cujo told me this will be my home and I will never return to the old place.”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">It is true. You will live out your days here. You have been given what others merely wish for and seldom receive, a chance make amends for your mistakes.”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Renegade arrived in 1873 ©2012 Jack Boardman" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6574915511_e091419032_o.jpg" alt="Renegade arrived in 1873 ©2012 Jack Boardman" width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">What must I do?”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">You must learn. From Daisy, you will learn how to lead others, from PepperCooper, resourcefulness, from Buttons, courage, from Benjamin, loyalty, and from Alice, you will learn perception—she will know our ancestor.” </span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">And from you, brother?”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">That you shall be a provisional pack member of Daisy&#8217;s pack and no more until such time as all pack members agree you are worthy of this pack.”</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">And with that Ringo disappeared&#8230;never to return to 1873.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>To be Continued&#8230;</strong></em></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>You are in great danger</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 06:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: As the riders reigned-in, Binkley called out, “You fellas named Cairns and Sledge?” “We are, who&#8217;s askin&#8217;?” Cairns asked, smiling. Binkley noted with no small appreciation, that both Cairns and Sledge had also unlooped their sidearms. “I&#8217;m Binkley and &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/27/you-are-in-great-danger/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5580&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1rG">Previously:</a></strong></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>As the riders reigned-in, Binkley called out, “You fellas named Cairns and Sledge?” </em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>We are, who&#8217;s askin&#8217;?” Cairns asked, smiling. Binkley noted with no small appreciation, that both Cairns and Sledge had also unlooped their sidearms.</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>I&#8217;m Binkley and this here is Abel. Adelaide Simpson sent us out to meet you.”</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Cooper leaned against the porch-post trying to regain her composure, Windy neighed quietly, “We have company Human-Sarah, prepare yourself.”</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>They were three, and by their dress, they were Ojibwe braves&#8230;</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VII, Chapter 1, Episode 4:</strong></span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Sarah whirled to face the Ojibwe braves bringing her Sharps Carbine to bear—the Indians remained passive and made no defensive moves, “I am Mingan-Silverthorn, in your tongue, Gray Wolf Silverthorn, chief of the Eagle Point Ojibwe. With me are Walks as Bear and Talks while Walking. You are Cooper, a friend of my son, <span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Little Wolf-</span>James Silverthorn?”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#888888;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Sarah was surprised by three Ojibwa outside the Cabin" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6569584557_5c0da6363f_o.jpg" alt="Sarah was surprised by three Ojibwa outside the Cabin" width="640" height="498" /><span style="color:#000000;">Cooper, considering what she had just witnessed inside the cabin, did not lower her weapon, “I know James Silverthorn, what do you know about what I&#8217;ve just found inside?”</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">The Eagle Point Ojibwe have never made war on the white people—only the Dakotah—and they are gone from our forests. We have not been inside the cabin of Osirus Black and his fishermen, they are friends of long years.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">They were your friends? I&#8217;m sorry, but they are dead and their scalps removed.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Let us view our friends.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Sarah stepped aside and allowed the three inside. From inside she heard a cry of anguish of first one, then quickly joined by two more voices. </span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#888888;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Grey-Wolf Silverthorn came back outside" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6580999533_97ef8c732d_o.jpg" alt="Grey-Wolf Silverthorn came back outside" width="640" height="503" /><span style="color:#000000;">Moments later, Grey-Wolf Silverthorn came back outside, “We did not do this thing. There are boot-prints in the dust.”</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Mine?”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">No Cooper, much too large to be your footprints. There were at least five others in the cabin.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">It was then that Matthew Farkleberry walked up, wondering what was keeping Cooper so long at the cabin, “Hello Grey-Wolf, my friend. Why are you holding up the deputy?”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#888888;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Matthew Farkleberry walked up" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6580999735_22ceb08fea_o.jpg" alt="Matthew Farkleberry walked up" width="640" height="503" /><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">You are in great danger, friend Farkleberry, I have more warriors here, they will spread the news of this atrocity. Be on your way.”</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#888888;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong><span style="color:#000000;">To be Continued&#8230;</span><img class="aligncenter" title="Refreshment Banner" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6029370546_e7c8aba374_o.jpg" alt="Refreshment Banner" width="640" height="233" /></strong></em></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>“You fellas named Cairns and Sledge?”</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 06:31:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: “Mr. Sam Sledge and Mr. Jack Cairns. They come highly recommended.” “Very well, Missus Simpson, we&#8217;ll find &#8216;em, then what?” Wilson asked as he spit out a bit of chew. They nodded as she told them, smiles flickering about &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/26/you-fellas-named-cairns-and-sledge/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5560&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1rx">Previously:</a></strong></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Mr. Sam Sledge and Mr. Jack Cairns. They come highly recommended.”</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Very well, Missus Simpson, we&#8217;ll find &#8216;em, then what?” Wilson asked as he spit out a bit of chew.</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>They nodded as she told them, smiles flickering about their mouths.</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Deputy Town Marshal Cooper entered the building and found&#8230;</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Thus ends Chapter 8. We&#8217;ll leave a little <a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1r6"><span style="color:#000000;">hint</span></a> of what Cooper found.</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season 7, Chapter 1, Episode 1:</strong></span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Sarah investigated the Fishing camp" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6522457459_ec5f00deb0_o.jpg" alt="Sarah investigated the Fishing camp" width="640" height="503" />Cooper paused in the doorway of the dimly lit cabin to allow her eyes to adjust and as they did she was horrified, there were what appeared to be human forms lying scattered everywhere. She lit the closest oil lamp and checked several of the forms—and all were dead. And mutilated—their scalps were missing. Sick at her stomach, she made for the door.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Binkley and Wilson were about two hours out of Moosehead City when they saw two riders approaching in the distance; they waved in greeting. </span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">The riders, Sledge and Cairns, having learned a little “North Country Manners” from deputy marshals Boomer and Larry, waved in return and spurred their horses to a trot.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Loosen yer six-gun, Abel, jus&#8217; in case&#8230;” Binkley casually unlooped his .44 as he waved again at the riders. Wilson did the same, their waves distracting the riders from seeing them prepare.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">As the riders reigned-in, Binkley called out, “You fellas named Cairns and Sledge?” </span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Binkley and Able meet Cairns and Sledge" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6569584835_162493b920_o.jpg" alt="Binkley and Able meet Cairns and Sledge" width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">We are, who&#8217;s askin&#8217;?” Cairns asked, smiling. Binkley noted with no small appreciation, that both Cairns and Sledge had also unlooped their sidearms.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">I&#8217;m Binkley and this here is Abel. Adelaide Simpson sent us out to meet you.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Cooper leaned against the porch-post trying to regain her composure, Windy neighed quietly, “We have company Human-Sarah, prepare yourself.”</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Sarah was surprised by three Ojibwa outside the Cabin" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6569584557_5c0da6363f_o.jpg" alt="Sarah was surprised by three Ojibwa outside the Cabin" width="640" height="498" />They were three, and by their dress, they were Ojibwe braves&#8230;</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>To be Continued&#8230;<img class="aligncenter" title="Refreshment Banner " src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6029370546_e7c8aba374_o.jpg" alt="Refreshment Banner " width="640" height="233" /></strong></em></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>“Perfect!”</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 06:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daisy Boardman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: “Perhaps. I have a new challenge for you, one you may refuse without my thinking less of you. I wish you to teach Renegade how to be a true wolf.” “Me?” “Decide now, Renegade will be here in seconds.” &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/25/perfect/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5576&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1rR">Previously:</a></strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Perhaps. I have a new challenge for you, one you may refuse without my thinking less of you. I wish you to teach Renegade how to be a true wolf.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Me?”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Decide now, Renegade will be here in seconds.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Daisy was full of doubt, but quickly bayed, “I will do this, but&#8230;”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>She was interupted by the sudden appearance of<img class="aligncenter" title="Renegade arrived in 1873" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6574915511_e091419032_o.jpg" alt="Renegade arrived in 1873" width="640" height="503" /></em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Welcome to your new home, Renegade, and your new pack-leader.” Ringo&#8217;s tail wagged as he welcomed his brother to his new future.</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VI, Chapter 8, Episode 51 Dog Adventure 8:</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;">[</span><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><em>Note: We will continue Renegade's introduction to his new 19</em></span><sup><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><em>th</em></span></sup><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><em> Century home in the next “</em></span><em>Dog Adventure” episode next Tuesday. We must deal now with Snowstorm and a couple of her wolven minions...</em>]</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Snowstorm and two of her soldier-wolves began to fade and felt an unaccustomed rush of fear begin to overwhelm them. They were suddenly nowhere and everywhere at once, their senses overwhelmed and confused.<img class="aligncenter" title="Snowstorm and friends began to fade" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6574500161_8f4173cf87_o.jpg" alt="Snowstorm and friends began to fade" width="640" height="503" /></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">After what seemed like hours, perhaps even days, they felt themselves begin to settle back where they had begun, yet subtly different. It took some minutes to realize the limited colors wolves perceive had changed into something, that if asked, none could quite describe.<img class="aligncenter" title="Snowstorm and friends began to arrive" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6574500357_2ec9a103d1_o.jpg" alt="Snowstorm and friends began to arrive" width="640" height="503" /></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Of course, Gentle Reader, you and I know that they have entered the </span><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><em>sepia world</em></span><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"> of the 19</span><sup><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;">th</span></sup><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"> Century when Technicolor</span>® had not yet been invented.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">At first the three wolves just sat there, looking around, sniffing the air—the scents similar yet different, a faint hint of wood-smoke, perhaps. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><img class="aligncenter" title="Snowstorm and friends in 1873" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6574500547_7025590aba_o.jpg" alt="Snowstorm and friends in 1873" width="640" height="503" />They padded about the immediate area, tentative as a puppy first exploring an unfamiliar place, and no one spoke.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">After an hour or so, Snowstorm began to realize what may have happened, “Stay here and don&#8217;t speak,” she ordered and trotted off into the forest.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Twenty minutes later she returned with a wicked wolven smile, “Perfect!”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>To be Continued&#8230;</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>NOTE: The “Dog Adventures” will NOW be published on <del>Tuesday and Wednesday</del> SATURDAY &amp; SUNDAY every week until completed.</strong></em></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>Daisy&#8217;s challenge</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 06:30:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daisy Boardman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Chapter 8]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: She clamped down as hard as she could, expecting to rip open Cujo&#8217;s throat—and found only air—the canine was gone! Stunned, she sat down and looked around. It took her a few minutes to digest what she was seeing&#8230; &#8230; <a href="http://jaymerton.wordpress.com/2012/01/24/daisys-challenge/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaymerton.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1341684&amp;post=5571&amp;subd=jaymerton&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><strong><a href="http://wp.me/p5D24-1rg">Previously:</a></strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><img class="aligncenter" title="Stunned, she sat down and looked around ©2012 Jack Boardman" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6574499921_4ebf6168a0_o.jpg" alt="Stunned, she sat down and looked around" width="640" height="503" />She clamped down as hard as she could, expecting to rip open Cujo&#8217;s throat—and found only air—the canine was gone!</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Stunned, she sat down and looked around. It took her a few minutes to digest what she was seeing&#8230;</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Hello Renegade, I am called Cujo.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>Am I dead?”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><img class="aligncenter" title="Renegade welcomed to the Great Beyond" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7026/6530736273_792a014391_o.jpg" alt="Renegade welcomed to the Great Beyond" width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em>No, just displaced. I&#8217;m sending you away, to learn of your true heritage. It will be your new home—for the rest of your life.”</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en-US" align="JUSTIFY"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>Season VI, Chapter 8, Episode 50 Dog Adventure 7:</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Where are you sending me?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">I&#8217;m sending you to the past, where you will learn to be a true &#8216;WolvenKing&#8217; from an old&#8230;er&#8230;acquaintence of yours, Akecheta-Apenimon.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Daisy?” Renegade was dumbfounded, he had tried to kill Daisy on more than one occasion, “She has agreed to do this?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Not yet, but she is learning of this as we speak from Sakima-Chaska-Heammawihio. She will agree to this task.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Ringo is there&#8230;and in great danger!”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">I know this, and now you must prepare to join him&#8230;”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Ringo and Daisy went off by themselves to a bluff overlooking Lake Superior. Daisy was still under the impression she was in trouble with Ringo.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">You were very brave, Akecheta-Apenimon, and your courage standing, unarmed, beside the loggers and fishermen gave them the resolve to stand and fight. You turned those humans into warriors.” </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">They would have stood, Sakima-Chaska-Heammawihio. I&#8217;ve come to know these woodsmen &amp; fishermen—they have spines of steel.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><img class="aligncenter" title="Ringo gave Daisy her challenge" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7018/6574915291_236da8278c_o.jpg" alt="Ringo gave Daisy her challenge" width="640" height="503" />“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Perhaps they would have. I have a new challenge for you, one you may refuse without my thinking less of you. I wish you to teach Renegade how to be a true wolf.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Me?”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Decide now, Renegade will be here in seconds.”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Daisy was full of doubt, but quickly bayed, “I will do this, but&#8230;”</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">She was interupted by the sudden appearance of<img class="aligncenter" title="Renegade arrived in 1873" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6574915511_e091419032_o.jpg" alt="Renegade arrived in 1873" width="640" height="503" /></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT">“<span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;">Welcome to your new home, Renegade, and your new pack-leader.” Ringo&#8217;s tail wagged as he welcomed his brother to his new future.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;" lang="en" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>To be Continued&#8230;</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" lang="en-US" align="LEFT"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><span style="font-size:large;"><em><strong>NOTE: The “Dog Adventures” will be published on Tuesday &amp; Wednesday every week until completed.</strong></em></span></span></p>
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