“You gonna tell us yer name?”
The tall stranger grinned—a little and took a long pull from his sarsaparilla, draining his tin cup, “Ahhh, that’s good stuff! Another please?”
“You bet,” the barkeep was enjoying this situation; he detested Samuel and any discomfort for ol’ Sam’l was a joy to behold.
“Sure, let me finish my drink,” the stranger’s smile widened before he took a single long pull on his second drink, placed the empty cup on the bar and nodded towards Samuel and Peter as he turned to leave, “Name’s Cooper.”
Season VI, Chapter 4 Predators and Victims, Episode 20 Conclusion:
Cooper left and rode away before poor dumbstruck Sam’l could respond. He was used to being in control with his bullying and this Cooper fella never seemed intimidated, and too, the laughter from the barkeep & Carpenter made matters worse. He bolted for the door.
“Sam! Hold up; don’t be stupid, that fella might be a shootist—didja see how he wore that Colt?”
“Shet-up Pete! I’m gonna teach him not to disrespect me,” Samuel said and turned to the door.
Cooper was well on his way to Coldwater Ranch and didn’t notice Sam’l following.
“Well—this is a surprise!” Susie commented, dryly.
“No sh…” Boomer began but (fortunately, I think) was interrupted by Chris,
“…But things were just getting exciting…”
“The tall stranger named Cooper caught my attention…” Sarah began, but was also interrupted by Flutters,
“Masterrrrrrrrrr…” And he was interrupted by Daisy,
“Hello, my friends. Cujo sent me.”
Buttons expressed what all were thinking, “Uh-oh…”
“Their names are gone, completely?” Hiram had also been reading the ever-changing history and just yesterday at least their friends’ first names were common.
“Yes. And get this—the first town marshal for our village was Brave Hawk Silverthorn, your great-great-granduncle—no longer Susie.”
“But you say Susan is still mentioned?”
“Yes; I suspect the ‘Susan’ mentioned is actually the great-great-grandmother of 2012 Susan.”
“But, what of our friends?”
“Perhaps I can help you with that…”
“Cujo!” Kiwi exclaimed.
“I have removed all clear memories of all who met our friends in 1873 Moosehead County and Grand Marais—it was necessary.”
“Are they returning then?”
“They are here now, but will leave soon.”
“Back to 1873 Danger Bay?”
“No, that is no longer possible.”
Thus ends Chapter 4. Our story? To be Continued…