Susan remained convinced that Boomer had gone rogue and had half a mind to tell the famous Wild Bill Hickok what she knew, but decided to wait a bit. She took their breakfast orders and served them with the cheerful courtesy of a professional restauranteur.
James Butler Hickok did not mince words as they sat down to breakfast, “I appreciate you having my back, yet I wonder why—you are a corrupt marshal, sir. Wouldn’t it have been better for you to have shot me instead of those fellas?”
“Indeed I am, James, indeed I am, and to answer your question; no, it would not have been better.”
Season VI, Chapter 6 Renegade Marshal, Episode 16:
“You don’t think so? I don’t much like corrupt lawmen and eventually we must face one-another…”
“A face-down you would lose, Jim, I really am faster than you are. Before you decide to try me, listen to what I have to say—you owe me that much.”
“Very well, I’m listening.”
It was daylight when Philistine Bulgebottom and his henchmen arrived at the Triple Bar-X Ranch; Ben McLintock, an early-riser greeted them and invited them inside.
“They did what?” McLintock’s surprise at learning his ranch had been raided and all the rustlers captured was complete. He had to admire the operation as he thought about it—they would have been most useful to him on his border raids during the war.
“We gotta go back t’ Murdo an’ kill them marshals!”
“Settle-down, Bulgebottom. No need to rush.”
“Why not? You an’ Marshal Kidd have to protect our operation.”
“Marshal Kidd is dead, and there’s a new boss we work for now.”
“One of those US Marshals. He had Kidd killed, and took over. I have little choice but to play along for now—he gives me a much better cut than Kidd did. We’ll ride into town and meet with Marshal Jack as soon as I get my horse saddled.”
Larry FlutterMatters had been very busy, his last flight was all the way to Nebraska and back where he’d met with US Marshal Carl (Big Mac) McIntyre. He saw Daisy, Benji & Alice outside Seven Tables and decided to drop in—literally.
“Flutters! Glad you are here, we have an important message for Marshal Blackmon that you must deliver immediately.”
“Master says I must rest a bit before my wings fall off.”
“How long?” Daisy wasn’t unsympathetic, but the message HAD to go out.
“Can I have fifteen minutes?”
To be Continued…