The Siege of Fort Justice Part I

Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: You’ll just have to go back and read what happened leading up to this episode, GENTLE READER, to get caught-up! There is just too much story to tell in this episode!

So…Here We Go! Continue reading

Reparations

Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: Meanwhile—Five days later… Lacy, the Slater and Morales brothers, Christine and her trusted associates: Sam Meeks, Juan Mendoza, and Jedediah Clark were in the only remaining open business in North Fort Justice—the saloon, and planning their next move.

The bartender happened also to be the owner of the saloon, was a well-known outlaw from the Missouri, and Christine recognized him, “Hello Ace, remember me?”

“Darlin,’  ain’t hardly anyone you ever met wouldn’t remember you,” Ace Dunphy replied, “Remember that time in St. Joe?”

“We had us some good times, back then,” Christine laughed with the memory, “Boys? Listen to what Ace has to say as Lacy and I have some more catching-up to do.”

“Lacy, it’s past time we became friends—not just relatives. Tell me how you feel—and don’t hold back.” Continue reading

Outside of Buzzard’s Gulch

Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: “Hey!” Sarah exclaimed, “Where’s Boomer and Daisy?”

“I didn’t see him leave,” Mac replied, “But I suspect the timelines have merged and he’s back with his command at the fort.”

“But we need his guns here,” Chris looked a bit worried.

“We’ll make do,” Ralph didn’t seem worried, “Paul and I oughta balance his loss—we weren’t all that helpful our last visit.”

“We’ll be fine,” Mac added, “Hey, look—we got trouble on horseback headin’ our way.”

“I count thirty,” sharp-eyed Buttons said, looking at the trail behind, “And they don’t look happy!” Continue reading

Planning

Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: When Coby Dalton died a few years back, Pa was heartbroken, after the funeral Christine told him not to worry about her and that she was fine. She would hire some men to help about the place. 

She had a plan alright and she did hire some men but it was not to run the ranch which she promptly sold. 

It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth. When her father was murdered she had no idea of how to get in touch with Christine.  

Lacy reached her grandmother, “Whatever are you doing here?”

“That is all the greeting I get?”

“You ran off and left without even a goodbye”

“Get over it Lacy, I had things to do adventures to live and I did not have time to listen to your father try to dictate how my life should be.  I am sorry my son is dead, he was a good man.  I am glad you tracked down his killer and I approve of your choice of professions. Now give me a hug.”

After all the introductions were made, Christine said, “Now let’s get down to some planning shall we?” Continue reading

The Border Surprise

Siege of Fort Justice Banner SUDDENLY—and quite without warning… Our heroes found themselves just two miles outside of Buzzard’s Gulch, “Didn’t Cujo say something about Christine Dalton “…She might be able to bring a hundred or so more expert gunslingers…’?”

Linda, shuddering, glanced at Paul, “Yes, she did.”

“You know, gang,” Boomer observed, “We don’t HAVE to be peace officers—we’d make some pretty awesome outlaws.”

“And I, as the senior member of Halvorson Gang,” Ralph grinned, “I shall lead us into Buzzard’s Gulch. Cujo? I know you’re observing—we require some bags of stolen loot.”

Obviously, Cujo heard Ralph’s request as bags stolen loot appeared on the pack horses—quite cartoonish looking—but they would suffice.

No one challenged Ralph’s taking command, he had quickly become, along with Paul, an equal partner with all else in this band of time-travelers—that’s how we roll, GENTLE READER! Continue reading

Without warning

Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: “I can tell you the when—tomorrow morning,” Cujo replied, “As to the where—events occurring in 1873 will determine that. Lacy Dalton has proved to be too unpredictable, AND her grandmother, Christine Dalton—even more so than Lacy, make it nearly impossible to determine.”

“Why not place us back at Fort Justice?” Chris asked, “They must show-up there.”

“Christine is why. She might be able to bring a hundred or so more expert gunslingers—and along the way—kill some folks who must survive. And too, for some reason—a reason I can’t determine—I’m unable to see all the possible 19th Century futures.” Continue reading

The Tardis Tavern

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Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: The Dalton Bunch headed for the town of Buzzard’s Gulch—a lawless town made-up of those folks who simply cannot fit-in anywhere else. There are no peace officers there. At least not living peace officers. Buzzard’s Gulch was what was sometimes—by some—known as a “robbers roost,” where those running from justice could be reasonably sure no lawman would come looking for them there.

I know of SOME peace officers who might just be willing to pay a visit—don’t you, GENTLE READER?

Season 12—Adventure 3—Siege of Fort Justice—Episode 9… Meanwhile—in 2015 Danger Bay, Minnesota—it was Friday and our heroes (I use the term “heroes” loosely, GENTLE READER), were invited as Paul Harriot’s guests at his just-refurbished “Tardis Tavern,” for a pre-opening party—AND—a pre-expected-to-return-to-1873-get-together.

Tardis Tavern Paul Harriot’s guests at his just-refurbished “Tardis Tavern.”

The dog (and bird) people were also invited, attended long enough to congratulate Paul on his new business venture before politely excusing themselves and heading-out to do whatever it is they do on such occasions.

As they arrived, they were greeted by tavern manager Archibald McDermid, “Ach, McIntyre, yer wearin’ yer proper bonnet.”

“That I am, Archie, that I am.”

“Will ye be wearin’ it when you visit the 19th Century, Laddie?”

“You know this?”

“’Tis why I was hired by Paul, 24th Earl of Harriott.”

“Indeed. I’ll make the request of Miss Cujo.”

After a tour of the interior, our heroes adjourned to the outdoor patio—it was the only place the relatively compact “Tardis Tavern” large enough for our time-travelers gather together.

Archie McDermid held court from in front of the barbeque—preparing all manner of hickory-smoked delights.

Our heroes adjourned to the outdoor patio Archie McDermid held court from in front of the barbeque—

Paul played host to his friends and fellow time-warpers, “The ale in the casks along the fence—self-service.”

Of COURSE the dog (and bird-person) people were there—do they not time travel? The unexpected guest—Cujo—arrived—and fully materialized.

“Hey old friend,” Boomer misted—just a little—at seeing his old IRL best dog-friend, and his current best-dog-friend, Daisy’s big sister, “When and where are we going this time?”

“I can tell you the when—tomorrow morning,” Cujo replied, “As to the where—events occurring in 1873 will determine that. Lacy Dalton has proved to be too unpredictable, AND her grandmother, Christine Dalton—even more so than Lacy, make it nearly impossible to determine.”

“Why not place us back at Fort Justice?” Chris asked, “They must show-up there.”

“Christine is why. She might be able to bring a hundred or so more expert gunslingers—and along the way—kill some folks who must survive. And too, for some reason—a reason I can’t determine—I’m unable to see all the possible 19th Century futures.”

To be Continued…

Christine Dalton and her bunch

Siege of Fort Justice BannerPREVIOUSLY: They walked in the bank and Mr. Thurman had a big grin on his face as he walked toward the three. Edward reached out and swung Mr. Thurman around pulling his gun and holding it to his head.

Lacy said, “Listen close as I am going to only say this once. One of you will fill my partner’s bag up with all monies behind the counter. The other one will open the door and accompany me to the safe and fill this bag. Do it now and no one will get hurt.”

The door opened all went through it but the cashier said, “Only Mr. Thurman knows the combination.”

“No problem,” Lacy replied, “Mr. Thurman will be most helpful.”

She motioned for Edward to take him back to the safe.

It was over quickly, three bags filled the bank employees flat on the ground hands behind their back. 

The Dalton gang went quickly out the back door and rode out-of-town.     Continue reading

The Bank Job

Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: “You’ll accompany me to the bank Edward. We’ll hint that we are engaged and looking to settle somewhere, in fact we may take a picnic lunch and actually ride to a piece of land to make it look even more legitimate.”

Paulo and Miles joined them just then and reported. “Yes Miss Lacy the bank has a back door as does the other Saloon and the General Store.”

“Good that should make it easy for us to have the horses in back to make a quick getaway.  Miles—take all the horses over to the livery where we will leave them to get good and rested, and if there is a blacksmith their ask him to check all the horses hooves.”

Miles downed his drink and went to do as he was asked.

The bartender laid four keys on the bar, “Madam, your rooms are ready and I have just heard from Mr. Thurman. He can meet with you tomorrow morning at 11:00. The large room is at the way end of the corridor.”

“Perfect, thank you kindly for your help, I would like bath water in about two hours if I could,” Lacy replied, “We would like another round here please.” Continue reading

Long, Utah

Siege of Fort Justice Banner Previously: MEANWHILE—In 1873 Long, Utah… Lacy Dalton, Paulo Morales, Edward and Miles Slater rode into town checking every possible route in and out. Lacy noticed the hotel and smiled to herself—visions of a hot bath danced in her head.

This was a small town but looked to be a thriving community. They rode on through noting where everything was including the bank which was of most interest. 

The Security Bank was placed perfectly for their getaway at the end of town.

“Paulo, you and Miles ride around the back and check to see if there is a back door to the bank. Also check to see what other back doors there may be and then ride back to the other end and meet us at the Hotel/Saloon.”

‘Si, Senorita Lacy.”

“Edward let’s quench our thirst and check on accommodations for a couple of nights.” 

They turned their horses around and rode slowly back to Saloon and Southern Hotel. Continue reading