“Listen carefully, son, I don’t trust you. If anything happens here that I don’t like—I’ll be back and I won’t come alone. Got it?”
“I got it.”
“One more thing, keep the ‘Kidd’ last name, but make it legal. ‘Randolph Kidd’ has a nice sound to it.”
The future Randolph Kidd decided then and there, he would take care of this old man…yes he would…
Season VI, Chapter 8, Episode 43:
The following morning Boomer, Larry and Bartholomew Nathaniel set out for Williams’ Station and Larry and Bart, for Moosehead City. Angus was there to see them off.
“Ah see ye ur ready tae lae,” Angus was there to see his new friends off on their journey, “Is Doctur Shoose leavin’ tay?”
“Doc is remaining to work with Doctor Templeton,” Boomer replied, as he eyed—very carefully—the authentic Kentuckey Longrifle, a flintlock, no less, hanging off Bart’s saddle, “THAT is an impressive rifle, Bart.”
Nathaniel smiled, “That was my great-grandfather’s rifle, he served with General Daniel Morgan throughout the Revolution as an original member of Morgan’s Rifles.”
“Dae ye hink Doc Shoose can help ‘at worthless auld Doc Templeton?” Angus said with a laugh, he and Templeton were very-old friends—always needling one-another.
“Doc sent a telegraph message this morning to Doctor Tim McLean,” Larry replied, “He is a wizard at treating wounds and preventing infections. He’ll be arriving tomorrow or the next day.”
“Ah, that’s guid,” Angus replied, “Templton is a guud mon an’ hates losin’ friends tae infection. Hae a safe joorney haem. Ah will be watchin’ Mr. Kidd verra closely as ye suggested, lads.”
And Mr. Kidd was watching the marshals ‘verra’ closely himself…
Meanwhile, in the Village of Danger Bay…
Silverthorn had just returned from the telegraph office in the back of his trading post, “I have a telegram from Doc Shouse! She says Daisy has recovered from her wounds!”
“Oh! Thank goodness!” Sarah Cooper exclaimed, expressing the feelings of all present.
“There’s more. Doc, Chris would like you to go to Grand Marais to help teach their doctor your anti-infection techniques.”
“Okay, Cooper,” Marshal Blackmon said through her smile, “You’re needed to escort the doc—we still have outlaws abroad.”
All Cooper could do was sigh…
To be Continued…