Cooper decided they would approach the last mile or so on foot and set the critters out to probe for weak points in the raider line.
On the opposite side of the siege, Marshal Blackmon decided to approach on foot as well, “How soon can your remaining warriors get here?”
“They are gathering from all over our lands and will not arrive until after dark,” Grey Cloud replied.
“I hope that will be soon enough, thank you Grey Cloud.”
“I do as well, Marshal.”
Season VI, Chapter 2, Episode 29:
Erik, Bart, Bill and Boomer grabbed their bedrolls and found a spot in the cellar to get a little rest and were soon asleep, while Larry and Mac, each equipped with a long-range Henry Rifle and a bandolier of .44 cartridges, began moving from window to window and firing a shot or two at each. They weren’t merely shooting, each shot was carefully aimed.
Larry was a wizard with a Henry Rifle.
Say what you will about the always-complaining Deputy Larry, he was a wizard with a Henry Rifle—as several raiders discovered; a couple of them—fatally.
Renegade had an idea, “Daisy, Star, Wingfoot, come with me, please.”
“Where?”
“We are near the Human-Raider line, Daisy, let’s go look—I may have a plan to help our human-friends.”
They very quietly moved to a position near the raider-line; occasionally a shot or two would ring out from the line, or from their friends inside the cabin, so they were careful not to raise their heads too high. “Star, what are the chances for us to convince non-sentient wolven-people to help us?”
“Not great, but there is one pack-leader who is very smart, at least by non-sentient standards, who I used to hang around with…”
“Cats? They are so unpredictable.”
“What about big cats?”
“Cats? They are so unpredictable.”
“But sentient?”
“There is, but he is evil.”
“All cats are evil—from our point-of view. We must find this cat.”
Daisy did not like this idea, not one little bit, but couldn’t help thinking, “I wonder if LeChat can time-travel?”
Meanwhile, Jonathan Spenser & Major McLintock were on their way to Grand Marais, expecting it to be under the control of McLintock’s men…
To be Continued…
The PORT OF DANGER BAY, MINNESOTA 
LOVE your illustration of Daisy and the wolves with all the dark shapes behind them! Spooky!
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Thanks, Sarah. The “spooky” dark shapes are dark because I didn’t want to draw people facing away, so I just made them all black. I like the effect. 🙂
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Beautiful art! And of course cats can time travel!
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Thank you. Yep, they’re amazing critters. 😉
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Men, dogs and guns are always going off, in one way or another. Great to bring a cat into the mix. You can always count on them sleeping 23 hours per day (and that is predictable!).
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HA!!! 😛
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Having conferred with the Master methinks thinks Fluttermatters that Ms.LeChat did at an earlier age, ride one trick ponies under the big top. She often headlined under the name of ‘Pussy Galore’.
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Are you trying to out double entendre Mz Blackmon?
Give it up! bird-brain, ‘though very clever, not nearly as subtle as her effort today! 😛
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Methinks thinks the codger’s confusion is ‘doubled’ with the recounting of history as known to the Master.
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HAHAHAHAHAHA!
This…from a bird whose LIFE is the epitome of CONFUSION. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 😀
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You got THAT right, People-Dog Carl! AR-ROOO!!!
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Love that dark pic!! good morning!
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Thank you. 😀
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Four fine-looking creatures…one of them is MEEEE!!! AR-ROO!!!
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Very fine looking creatures:)
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