Meanwhile—at an Undisclosed Location…Ringo, Cujo & Karma had been pondering the situation with Boomer for some time now and considered all the possibilities, save one. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the ability to detect forces outside the Earth’s atmosphere.
“I have my WolvenKnights following Boomer, out of his line-of-sight, so we can keep track of his whereabouts.”
“You won’t tell the humans?” Karma asked.
“No—they would be inclined to go to him and try to help him.”
Cujo sighed, “They mean well, but that would just put pressure on him to remember, thereby pushing any possible memories deeper into the recesses of his consciousness.”
“They still search?”
“They won’t give up, Ringo, they won’t give up.”
Season 7—Chapter 11—Kolar-King—Episode 3:
Boomer & Company continued to ride almost due north from their campsite near Devil Track Lake. Daisy tried periodically to talk with her Alpha-Jack without success, but at least now he didn’t chastise her for barking—he knew she was trying to communicate with him.
“So tell me about this deputy US marshal you remember from 1873, Kidd,” Boomer said with just a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
“So tell me about this deputy US marshal you remember from 1873, Kidd…”
“Fastest gun Kidd ever ran up against.”
“You speak of yourself in the third person?”
“Not myself, my Great-Great Grandfather.”
“Say what? I don’t understand.”
“My gr-gr-grandfather died in jail in a place called ‘Dreadwood,’ a place that has been lost to history. I am of the 21st Century, and, like you, was drawn into 1873 just after Dreadwood’s disappearance. That’s when we first met.”
“Where do you come from?”
“Until a month ago, I lived in Hartle’s Corners, Missouri. Great-Great-Grandfather sowed some wild oats during his stay there, apparently. MY parents, with a sense of irony, named me after my womanizing ancestor. After meeting you in 1873, I decided to go to Danger Bay to meet your 21st Century self.”
Meanwhile—far above the Earth…“Why O my King, are we so concerned with this insignificant human?” Kassandra sneered (true to form—this Kassandra cannot speak without sneering, signifying here; pure evil), “He is so insignificant in the schemes of the universe.”
“Why O my King, are we so concerned with this insignificant human?”
“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! There is so much you don’t understand, Kassandra,” Kolar derisively replied, “He is the Codger™!”
To be Continued…
FIRST (only because I haven’t gone to bed yet)! I remember when “…he was not yet 60…” during the old Active Rain days. I feel so old! 🙂
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HA! Don’t drink coffee after 6 am! 😛
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I can only think codpiece when I see men in tights.
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A chunk of fish? 😉
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Respect the Codger!
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He don’t get respect, apparently. 😦
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Great respect for ” THE CODGER ” 🙂
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You are trying to get on my good side? 😀
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Methinks thinks Fluttermatters the space cowboys have too many bubbles in their beer.
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Cheap beer, at that! 😉
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Hay yall Im actually all caught up..funny space people..cant wair to see what they do next week..prolly beam up the Codger 😉
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DANG! I hope not! 😉
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