PREVIOUSLY: They found part of the caravan that was taking the prisoners to their arraignment in Maricopa County—missing was the truck with the prisoners!
The cars were full of bullet-holes—and dead marshals.
“I just radioed Linda—they’re on their way,” Officer Wyatt Cooper said, “We’ll see if we can pick-up the trail—let’s ride!” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: With the prisoners trussed and bundled into the extra cars, the deputies set-out for Phoenix—with at least a mile between each car.
With the two M60 belt-fed machine gun-equipped pick-up trucks positioned to fire on the assailants Officer Cooper and the Rootin’-Tootin’ Posse folks were ready to spring their ambush.
When the ten Jolly Rogers arrived—they began shooting into the stalled van. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: “I called you ten in here first for a reason,” Sean McGinty began the meeting, “Because you each, have shown your loyalty to our operations—and more importantly—the ability to lead. Of the hundred or more Jolly Rogers gathered outside, I want you each to select nine you can trust with your lives.”
“That should be easy enough,” Red Thompson replied, “What do we tell the others?” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: The ten Jolly Rogers were stuffed into the US Marshal’s van for transport to the Maricopa County Courthouse, accompanied by Wyatt Cooper and the Rootin’ Tootin’ Bike Club.
The Adventure Bus folks planned to meet them outside of town. All had been deputized for the transfer. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: The Adventure Bus was heading to meet-up with Wyatt Cooper & Company—when they received a message from them. They’d been in combat with a large number of Jolly Rogers, and one of the wounded bragged before expiring, that there were dozens of their riders heading down the highway.
Since there was but one highway, that spelled big-time trouble. They quickly devised a plan: They would hide the small trucks behind the hill and leave the bus on the shoulder with its emergency lights flashing. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: “Um, Chris?” Sarah observed, “We were riding sentient horses…”
“OH! YES! These bikes are stupid—but we are the Rootin’-Tootinist Posse in both the 19th & 21st Centuries!”
“YUP!” Boomer quipped, “I’m going to put the reigns in my teeth and shoot with both shootin’-irons!”
Episode 7—Scene 3—On the Desert Rock Road… For the most part of this leg of their trip to Deserton—all were lost thought about how they’d take on the Jolly Rogers—knowing they’d be outnumbered by as much as two to one. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: Surprisingly—the Adventure Bus arrived safely. For whatever reason (they were engaged elsewhere)—the Jolly Rogers left the bus alone.
The town was spooky-quiet—the main street was deserted. There were no people to be seen outside. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: Officer Wyatt Cooper met the Rootin’ Tootin’ Bike Club, “Cujo told me to expect you—which one of you would be ‘Alpha-Jack’?”
“I am,” Boomer replied, “How may I help you?”
“You’re the boss—then?”
“No—our elected-boss for this mission is Debra—on the red bike.” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: Wyatt Cooper was patrolling on a quiet morning—and in-spite-of the heat, he was thoroughly enjoying the ride.
He saw motorcycles approaching, and as they got closer, he recognized them as Jolly Rogers—a troublesome bunch. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: Cooper was quite well-off—the son of Harrison Cooper; who made his fortune the old-fashioned way—inheritance.
You may notice—GENTLE READER—a strong resemblance to Jay Cooper with an added handlebar mustache just like Wyatt Earp’s—hence, his name.
Cooper took his job very-seriously—but without the self-importance of a “Barney Fife” of the Andy Griffith TV show.
His 2012 Harley-Davidson Sportster Iron 883 was his pride and joy—and he took meticulous—bordering on obsessive—care of it. Continue reading