“The scent is getting stronger, Alpha-Boomer, Derby has stopped. I’m guessing he’s less than a mile away.”
“Step gently, Pal, let’s not let him know we’re coming.”
When they came within a quarter mile, Boomer dismounted, and he and Daisy carefully advanced until they saw Derby’s campsite.
“Derby! Come out or I’ll shoot you where you lie!”
Too late, Daisy figured out the faint, similar odor, “Alpha-Boomer! There are two of them!”
Season VI, Chapter 6 Renegade Marshal, Episode 5:
And in the time it took for Boomer’s exclamation, both drew and fired. He had no chance.
At roughly the same time, Coldwater Ranch owner, Jay Cooper, along with ranch foreman Susie Blackmon, rode into town to visit Sheriff Philistine T. Bulgebottom—and the captured rustlers, “What do you mean they escaped?”
“I’m…I’m really sorry ma’am,” Bulgebottom sputtered, “But you see one of their friends struck me from behind—see? There’s still a lump on my noggin.”
“More’n likely, there’s a lump in your wallet,” Jay suggested quietly, “What lump?”
It was true, the lump had all but disappeared.
“Now see here young fella…”
“Shut up, chubby,” Susie was in a state, GENTLE READER, you really never want to see, “You didn’t organize a posse?”
“Yew kin jest leave now,” two rather large deputies walked in and since neither Susie nor Jay were much interested dealing any further with the sheriff they—simply smiled.
“Thanks Sheriff, for your time,” Susie smiled as they turned and left the still-sputtering sheriff and his deputies behind.
“I think it’s about time the traveling veterinarian should pay a visit to the Double Bar-X Ranch,” Susie’s smile turned dangerous.
“Won’t they recognize her?”
“That won’t matter. SHE purposely won’t recognize them. They’ll figure that out and leave her alone.”
“But she’ll be able to tell us if they are there. What then?”
“Let me get back to you on that,” Susie did have a plan, but kept her counsel for the time being.
Boomer smiled faintly in relief, drew his Remingtons and shot both their derbies off their heads, “You fellas may be fast, and may I add, treacherous—seeing as how there’s two of you looking identical, but you can’t shoot.”
“We ain’t identical, I’m left-handed, an’ now…” one of them said as he raised his gun—he never finished his sentence—at least not in this world.
To be Continued…