OH Hiram!

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: Fortunately, he hadn’t used his issue Glock .40 caliber pistol, but his personal Colt .45. That pistol was registered nowhere—he’d confiscated it from a drug-runner—a drug-runner he’d summarily executed with his own gun.

He knew how to sanitize the gun of all fingerprints and DNA. He would do that somewhere away from the cabin. Stepping carefully around Kiwi’s body, he went to his car just as the rain began to fall.

Sometimes the weather cooperates. This rain, along with the hard gravel of the parking area and driveway, would obliterate his car’s tracks.

He was smiling as he turned back on Historic Highway 61. Continue reading

Slater shot Kiwi dead

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: Kiwi heard him the first time and the hidden security camera informed her who was knocking. She was in no hurry to go to the door. She would—eventually.

Slater decided no one was there—so he did what any visitor would do when no one is home—he turned the doorknob and surprised that the door wasn’t locked—he opened the door. Continue reading

Of COURSE! Boomer has friends living here!

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: Meanwhile—in the assistant-manager’s office… BIA Agent Pete Gasson met with Marshal Silverthorn, “You’re looking a bit—how shall I say it—disheveled—Pete?” Marshal Silverthorn grinned at his old friend.

“Our fugitive kicked-up a little dust making his escape from us in Stanleyville.”

“Your ‘fugitive’ is not wanted for anything on this reservation and Stanleyville is part of the Eagle Point Band of Ojibwe Reservation.”

“According to FBI Special Agent Slater this Boomer fellow is wanted for multiple murders.”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Silverthorn replied, “He was operating under FBI supervision, and gave a statement. Afterwards he was free to go. Are you by any chance, working at the request of FBI agent Slater?”

“Yes.”

“My orders to you, as your superior officer, are to separate from Slater, and leave this reservation—with no harm done—while you can.”

“Point taken, Hiram—may I come back later for a beer?”

“Certainly—bring your lovely wife as well. It’s been too long.”
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“One of your number will likely not be returning.”

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: “How do you feel about time travel?”

“Time travel?” Merle was astounded, “TIME TRAVEL?

“We’re in,” Jay Cooper said while Sarah and Mac grinned.

Kiwi decided to stick around—she had more decorating to do—but did make a suggestion, “You should invite the others—and add Linda.”

“Cujo? C’mere girl!” Boomer called his old friend, “Merle—I think you’ll enjoy the 1870s.” Continue reading

“How do you feel about time travel?”

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: “You three here to gamble?” Hiram, Jr. quipped with a wide smile.

“No Hy, we’re not,” Boomer replied, “It seems FBI Special Agent Dom Slater REALLY wants to pay us back for, as he called it, ‘skating,’ after the shoot-out in Stanleyville—and he’s involved the Bureau of Indian Affairs.”

“There were four of them, People-Dog Hiram,” Daisy added, “And we covered them with dust when we escaped!”

“Dom Slater is trouble,” Black Cloud frowned, “He’s quite vindictive and not one to cross. Precisely why I like dealing with him.”

“The problem will be with the BIA,” Hy concluded, “They don’t much like our way of doing things here.” Continue reading

Business Manager

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: “Now where to?”

“I think, Daisy, we’re as Liam might say, ‘on the lam’.”

“Where?” Flutters asked.

“How ‘bout ‘when’?” Boomer grinned, “But first—we visit the new Eagle Point Casino.”

“Is that wise, O un-feathered one?”

“No—but those guys are between us and home.”

Meanwhile—the Coopers were visiting the McIntyres at the Cabin-on-the-Rock… “It has been over a month and we’re still here—I guess Boomer’s computer survived,” Sarah said, “I expect things will settle-down for a while.”

“This IS Danger Bay,” Jay grinned, “Things never really settle down.”

Kiwi heard a knock on the door upstairs—and was stunned by who was at the door… Continue reading

On the lam?

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: “There’s no way that Charger could keep-up with Strider,” Daisy was hoping for a thrilling ride—she had a “need for speed!”

“It can’t, but—I need to know what’s ahead, first.”

They had continued down (now) Moosehead County Road 62 for several miles when Flutters reported, “Roadblock three miles ahead in Miller’s Junction!”

“Thanks, Birdbrain, any way around it?”

“Yes O’Dog of Brown & White, If your human can drive through the gas station.”

“Thank you, Flutters,” Boomer laughed, “I’ll make that decision when we get there.”

Boomer continued to drive the speed limit until reaching the town when he slowed to a stop.

“What do you think, Daisy—can we fit?”

“Nope.” Continue reading

“What do you think, Daisy—can we fit?”

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: Meanwhile—Hiram invited his friends inside the casino… Reservation US Marshal Hiram Silverthorn, Jr. and his deputies, Sgt. Leslie Peltier, Deputies John Ryan & Jordan Jones, Sam Silverthorn Hiram Sr., Boomer and the Johnson brothers were in front of the bar.

On the floor of the not yet opened casino behind them were some of the best gamblers in the world playing all the games and slots. These folks made their living gambling and each had the ability to “feel” if the games & slots were rigged.

“You fellas want to try you luck?” Hiram asked.

“Only with Cujo at my side, Hiram.”

“Why Cujo?”

“So I could go back in time and play again and again and so on until I won.” Continue reading

“You fellas want to try your luck?”

Forest County BannerPreviously: “And Liam?” Buck Johnson was curious about Liam’s qualifications.

“He’s already a very good gambler,” Hiram replied, “More importantly—I believe he is an honest man. Besides, no one who doesn’t pass our background investigation will be hired. Billy Black Cloud has agreed to work as Liam’s assistant manager.”

“He’s leaving the FBI?” Marshal Hiram Jr. was a bit surprised.

“He has his twenty-years in, and has submitted his retirement papers.”

“Good move, Pop!” Continue reading

“Good Move, Pop!”

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“Yes Marshal Silverthorn, Special-Agent Black Cloud said I could manage the Casino, precisely because it is owned by your family and Silverthorn-Farkleberry Enterprises.”

“Very well, Liam,” Hiram Sr. grinned, “Here are the keys to both the casino and your new home.”

“First left after you cross the railroad tracks, second log townhome on your right, number 4” Marshal Silverthorn handed Gypsy the keys, “Welcome to our family!”

Gypsy’s hands shook as she accepted the keys and murmured, “Thank you.”

As Gypsy and Liam inspected their new home Liam cracked, “I guess we’ll be doing some shopping.”

“I can’t wait!” Continue reading