“Every one of those ‘wimmin’ can shoot better than most men,” Big Mac rumbled his most ominous rumble, “Something you fellas ought to keep in mind.”
“I-I din’t mean no disrespect, Mister,” Moose replied, “You kin set up camp behind th’ stockade.”
“None taken, Mister Callahan,” Jay smiled, “Big Mac is correct, however, we didn’t bring the ladies along just because they’re pretty—they’re part of our gang. Are you the boss of this outfit?”
“Naw,” a relieved Callahan replied, “Mister Schwartzkopf went down into the valley to the village on business. He’ll be back in the morning.”
“Crap,” Boomer thought to himself—a thought shared by the others.
“Crap,” Boomer thought to himself—a thought shared by the others.
Season 8—Chapter 6—O Canada—Episode 11:
Continuing our story—at the gates of Fort Defiance… “Johann Schwartzkopf?” Boomer asked, smiling as if this was actually GOOD news.
“Yep—that’s him. You know him?”
“Yes, yes we do,” Mac smiled. Those who know Mac recognized the smile as a grimmace.
“We’ll go now and set up camp, if you fellas don’t mind,” Jay said, “Then me and Miss Blackmon will meet with you in an hour—okay?”
“Yessir, Mr. Cooper,” Callahan, “I’m sure Mr. Schwartzkopf will be pleased to see you folks.”
“I’m sure he will,” Jay replied as they rode off to the campsite.
“Well?” Blackmon asked, “Are we in?”
“Well?” Blackmon asked, “Are we in?”
“We are, but so is Johann Schwartzkopf,” Boomer said, “He’s not expected until tomorrow morning.”
“You and I will meet with the foreman, Callahan,” Jay added, “You may want to give him a demonstration of your gun-handling.”
“What does he look like?”
“A man,” Jay quipped.
“Oh good.”
An hour later—inside the “Trading” Post…
“Mr. Callahan, this is ex-Marshal Blackmon from Hartle’s Corners Missouri,” Jay grinned, “You may have heard of her. Marshal, may I introduce Mr. Moose Callahan, the foreman here at Fort Defiance.”
Before Callahan could extend a handshake Susie drew her .44 and had it under his nose, “Pleased to meet you, Moose.”
“I-I-I’m from Missouri,” Callahan stuttered, “Please put yer six-shooter down, m-m-marshal. I was boy living on th’ farm jist outside of Hartle’s Corners an’ I heard of y-y-you.”
“The boss is back!” Frank Apple burst through the door with the unexpected news.
“The boss is back!”
This would NOT be good news…
To be Continued…
The PORT OF DANGER BAY, MINNESOTA 
Oh my a surprise return..foreboding setting in.
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It IS Friday…RIGHT? 😛
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Ya think lol….my foreboding will turn to delight when we have a gunfight…ohhhh that almost rhymes 🙂
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Six-gun poetry? 😛
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I’m sure Susie will like this. 😀
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Ya THINK, Carl? 😛
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“Well?” Blackmon asked, “Are we in?”
Methinks thinks FlutterMatters little need be said 🙂
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INDEED! 😛
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Oh…THAT is pretty hard to believe…a nearlySPEECHLESS FLUTTERS! AR-ROO!!!!
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Methinks thinks Fluttermatters the brown and white lacks the skills of a seasoned poker player whose knowledge transcends the ability of knowing when to fold ’em. 🙂
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You, Birdbrain, should’ve folded BEFORE opeining your beak! AR-ROOO!!!
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Ex-Marshal Blackmon is not to be trifled with!
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Where the heck is she…I have been waiting for her comments….I know mine are boring but she makes me smile. 🙂
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Still AWOL…
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Methinks thinks Fluttermatters the “Sarah” is wise.
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The Cronicles inform us that a STOPPED CLOCK tells the correct time TWICE A DAY… 😛
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Methinks thinks Fluttermatters that the teachings of the Master should be heeded when dealing with sanctity of a women’s desires.
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NOW, If I thought for a moment you actually remembered any teachings, I would be impressed. 😛
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Are we in??? You sure laid that out well for me. Ahhhhhh, the ‘three 2-letter words for tiny’ come to mind… [drumroll] “Is it in??? Ba ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
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You may be a day late, SUSIE!!! But certainly NOT a dollar short! 😀
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