Meanwhile—in the Great Beyond… “This is most strange, Alpha-Jack. You remain semi-transparent and sepia-toned. This suggests there are other forces at work.”
At that moment—there was yet another arrival—one that Cujo WAS expecting; Randolph Kidd.
“Hello Randy,” Boomer greeted, surprising himself a little, “I’m jealous, you’re solid & in color!”
“Wh-where am I?”
Season 7—Chapter 10—Unclaimed—Episode 2:
The Great Beyond… “Welcome Marshal Kidd! You must be of the REAL WORLD, or you wouldn’t be here. There, you must be a dog or even cat-lover.”
“Well, this is really strange, I’ve been having these recurring nightmares…”
It was then, that Cujo noticed that Boomer had disappeared—but to where?
A mere seconds later, Kidd announced “I just woke up in the real world and for the first night in a very-long time—NO NIGHTMARES!”
And then he disappeared into the Great Beyond. That, at least was normal, and Cujo smiled as she thought, “They always leave suddenly; he found George, his long-departed dog. I love reunions!”
Cujo was unaware that when Kidd found his dog and they, or at least the part of them that could, had left the Great Beyond.
Somewhere in Northern Minnesota… He had been driving for hours, it seemed. Well—at least he was well-rested.
Now, if he could only remember who—he is. Glancing at the fuel gauge he figured he had enough to make it to Danger Bay (WHY he was going there—was a mystery—even to him).
The darkness of the highway, the muted hum of the brawny & modern bio-diesel under the hood of the 64 year old Ford COE (cab over engine) were comforting and the combined horse and living quarters trailer followed obediently behind.
The thing is, he had no idea where the truck and trailer came from or where he had been—it just seemed right. The dog lying on the seat beside him was fast asleep twitching and even barking a little once in a while—that also seemed right.
Still—no matter where he went, who he talked to—who he asked when greeted in a restaurant, or a gas station—no one claimed to know him. He was unclaimed.
Meanwhile in 1873 Wichita… A week had passed and those responsible for the range war had been arrested—or run off, and our heroes—minus Boomer, of course, were preparing to return to 2012. What they didn’t know—is they’d been gone for nearly a month; instead of the usual weekend days off—things in 2012 Danger Bay were—well, different than when they left…
To be Continued...