Hickok stood up…

Previously:

Through the window he could see a poker game in progress, and almost too late he noticed Deputy Hickok seated with his back to the window…

At roughly the same time outside the “rustler’s” bunkhouse, Chief Deputy US Marshal Blackmon noticed the door opening and shouted, “NOW!”

One of the rustlers came out and seeing the marshals shouted, “Posse!”

Season VI, Chapter 6 Renegade Marshal, Episode 13:

The rustler was reaching for his sidearm just as Jay Cooper slammed into him—

The rustler was reaching for his sidearm just as Jay Cooper slammed into him—sending him back into the bunkhosue. Cooper was followed closely by Susie and Sarah both rushing in with guns drawn. Carpenter and Doc Shouse simultaniously entering through the back door, with Carpenter speaking just loud enough rustlers to hear, “Now don’t you galoots try anything, lessin’ you wanna die, here an’ now!”

They wisely raised their hands and surrendered. Their hands were tied, and they were soon secured to the saddles of 12 sentient horses found by the posse’s horses.

Very quietly, the prisoners were led away from the Triple Bar-X Ranch towards Murdo.

Very quietly, the prisoners were led away from the Triple Bar-X Ranch towards Murdo. When they were out of earshot of the ranch, Susie stopped the column, “Jay and I will ride on ahead and have a chat with Sheriff Bulgebottom and explain to him, politely, that he will keep these rustlers safely in jail.”

Roughly an hour later Susie & Jay arrived at the Murdo Sheriff’s Office, and woke the sleeping sheriff, “Good evening Sheriff, we’re bringing your escaped prisoners back for you!”

Bulgebottom darn-near fell to the floor as he struggled out of his chair

Bulgebottom darn-near fell to the floor as he struggled out of his chair, “But…but…you have no authority…” he sputtered as he reached for his sidearm.

Before his hand reached the butt of his old Colt .44, both Susie and Jay had their Peacemakers drawn and pointing at his fat head, “Take a long, close look at our badges, fat-boy.”

“Y-y-you’re marshals?”

“Yes, and you may leave now—or get into one of those empty cells in the back,” Jay took some pleasure in this. The sheriff sputtering, decided to leave.

In Dreadwood, Boomer Jack drew his Remington .44s and fired, amazingly, in the time it took for him to draw and fire, Hickok stood up, turned and fired both of his Navy Colt .36s—the bushwhackers didn’t even get their guns clear of their holsters. They had no further need for their guns—or their holsters.

Hickok walked outside and Boomer had to ask, “How did you know?”

Hickok walked outside and Boomer had to ask, “How did you know?”

To be Continued...