At the Gentlemen’s Club—Susie and Chris confronted Ma Simpson… “We’ve been looking around, there isn’t enough cattle within a hundred miles of here to make rustling a paying operation.”
“You’re right, there isn’t. This area is filled with small wheat farmers, and wheat is where the money is. I need to convince the farmers that it is in their best interest to sell-out to me.”
“And you want us to help you convince them?” Susie asked.
“Maybe, but I have another job that needs to be done first.”
“And what would that job be?”
“Kill a United States Marshal.”
“A US Marshal? They have no authority here.”
“This one does. He’s coming after me.”
“For something you didn’t do, no doubt,” Chris grinned.
“Oh…I did it alright.”
Season 8—Chapter 9—Outlook—Episode 5:
Continuing our story—At the Gentlmen’s Club… “Killing a United States Marshal is never really a good idea.”
Ma Simpson looked at Chris as she replied, “It’s safer than killing a Mountie—that outfit will chase you down no matter where you go. But, a US Marshal? Most of them are just outlaws with a badge.”
Susie had to laugh, her long law enforcement experience confirmed that statement, “That’s true.”
Taking her cue, Chris smiled, “This marshal is as good as dead, Mrs. Simpson.”
Meanwhile, at the Queen’s Pub—the meeting continued… “The money will be right, but—it must be earned by completing an assignment.”
Big Mac glanced at Sarah—signalling that she was now the leader of this operation—she replied, “What would you have us do?”
“I have a list of wheat farmers I’d like you to visit,” Delonga replied, “All nice and friendly-like. No need to threaten them, I’m sure they’ll get the message when you let them know I sent you.”
“That’s it? You don’t want them killed?”
“The killing will come later, I expect.”
And finally—back at the Victoria Station RR Yard…
North-West Mounted Police Sergeant Yatkov made his way to the RR yard—now assigned to Victoria Crossing, he had a mission for Larry & Boomer (the first thing he noticed, GENTLE READER, was that their horses looked a heck of a lot better than his horse and became very jealous—let-me-tell-you!), a mission he could not undertake, as the local prospectors were having difficulties getting along.
He was pretty sure they would not like this mission…
…he was right!
To be Continued…