Fifteen minutes later at the RR Yard—from out of the north… the large squadron of Mounties arrived crashing with great force into the dismounted raiders causing them to fall back towards the passenger platform—their horses scattered into the forest.
They arrived at the platform just on time to be met by a charge by five determined sentient horses and their riders.
The riders firing, the dogs PepperCooper & Buttons snarling and barking, and the horses rearing up and crashing their mighty hooves down upon the hapless remaining raiders.
The stallion Pal and his small companion Daisy, joined the fray.
Assaulted from all sides the raiders quickly surrendered.
Finally—Somewhere near the mountains blue…An anguished voice was not heard to say… “Curses—foiled AGAIN!”
But—INDEED it was said…
Season 8—Chapter 9—Outlook—Episode 12—Conclusion:
Ending this chapter—Somewhere near the mountains blue…
His name is unknown—but it appears this fellow has been involved with the manipulations of our heroes and their allies.
He appears to be a caricture of the olde tyme mellodrama villans of the early movies—no?
How did he know his plan failed?
Also ending this chapter—at the RR Yard… where the Mounties gathered the prisoners and herded them to their train’s jail car.
They would be taken east to NWMP Headquarters where they would eventually be charged with crimes against the Crown…and, no doubt, (one may hope) convicted.
Once the prisoners were on-board and situated…
…The NWNP train left Victoria Station.
Meanwhile, in Victoria Station—Our heroes gathered at the Queen’s Pub… “How did they know where we’d be?”
“Now THAT—is the question, Sarah,” Susie was pondering the same thing, “Just as importantly—how did they communicate? Telegraph? We’re in the 19th Century—it’s not like they have cellphones.”
“Maybe they do,” Jay suggested. That was the last comment made in the 19th Century…
Seconds later—On the street in front of 21st Century Silverthorn’s Café…
Boomer and Daisy—quite to their collective surprise—found themselves in Shadowfax pulling up to Silverthorn’s Café.
Chris Shouse and Buttons were in the parking lot in front of the café, and they were equally surprised, “I was just talking to Larry and the next thing I know, I’m here.”
“I reckon Cujo has ended our visit to the past,” Boomer replied, “I can’t say I’m sorry; considering.”
“Maybe Larry is inside—he must know the history, at least as it is now.”
“Or how we changed it.”
To be Continued…