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!
Season 8—Chapter 9—Outlook—Episode 6:
Continuing our story—at the Victoria Station RR Yard… “Let’s go inside—the horses don’t need to hear what I have to tell you.”
“So—you’re jealous of our horses, eh Murph?” Larry cracked-wise, “They are fine, sentient beings; you oughta get yourself one.”
“Aw c’mon, Larry—you don’t ‘get one,’ a sentient horse picks their own,” Boomer smiled, “Maybe the sergeant isn’t worthy?”
“ENOUGH! We have more important things facing us,” Yatkov was—shall I say? Jealous and irritated, “I WAS going to send you out to take care of the problem, but I think you need to be separated.”
“You’re coming with me, Larry, and Boomer here gets to be bored to tears enforcing the law here. You are now auxillary-constables of the North-West Mounted Police—I have that authority—and you have no choice.”
“You can do that?”
“I just did, Larry. We’ll get the supplies we need on our way—let’s go.”
As they stepped outside they heard, “I am Eyota-Gaaji and I have chosen you, Yatkov.”
Yatkov’s non-sentient horse had—disappeared…replaced by a sentient horse, with of all creatures, Flutters atop his saddle.
Meanwhile—At the Gentlmen’s Club… “You might as well take-on McIntyre now.”
“Now?” Chris was surprised by Simpson’s comment—one doesn’t do these things in public. She slowly became aware of the clip-clop approach of horses and looked towards the sound; there they were, McIntyre and the Coopers riding slowly, deliberately towards the Gentlemen’s Club—she could almost hear the theme for Gary Cooper’s “High Noon” as they drew ever closer—grim looks upon their faces.
Next to her, Susie stiffened as she too noticed.
They exchanged glances; both wondering how they managed to get themselves in such a fix.
To be Continued…