Previously: “We’ll leave a note on the door: ‘We got Spencer. You want him? Come and get him. (Signed) Deputy US Marshal, Jay Cooper’.”
“You fellers are insane.”
“Yes, we are,” Cooper smiled.
“They will just ride you down—on the desert where there is no help.”
“On those nags they call horses? Go outside and ask our horses what they think,” Cooper replied.
“Are you serious?” Fitzhugh was almost certain Jay was pulling his leg—almost.
“He’s serious,” Boomer grinned, “Go ahead—ask.”
Certain he was about to be the butt of a joke, but knowing there’d be no satisfying these three, Fitzhugh stepped out the door—and asked.
Moments later, an ashen-faced Fitzhugh returned, “Your horses speak?”
Chapter 7—Loco Part IV, Fort Justice—Episode 3… “Don’t all horses?” Boomer cracked-wise, “So do our dogs—and a carrier-pigeon of our acquaintance.”
“You must listen carefully,” Hiram added, “We Ojibwe have long acquaintance with our four legged—and winged friends. You also have intelligent creatures among you. Do not be surprised if you begin to hear their wisdom.”
“We must be on our way, Marshal, and you must now prepare the townspeople,” Cooper said, “Waste no time.”
They were soon on their way back to Fort Savage.
The marshals were being watched as they rode a different, longer trail out on to the desert with the canines scouting ahead, and Flutters keeping an eye on the outlaws approaching Loco.
“You fellers are gonna pay for this, my friends will destroy the town, and then come and kill you, all of you will be buzzard-bait.”
“Shut-up, Schwartzkopf,” Boomer snapped, “That really worked-out well for you the last time you attacked the town, didn’t it?”
“My name is Spencer.”
“No, Johann, it isn’t. Nice try, though,” Boomer clearly was enjoying himself, “Canada didn’t work-out so swell for you now did it?”
It was then Spencer/Schwartzkopf realized just who these men were, and slumped in his saddle—just a little.
As expected, the outlaws rode carefully into Loco and were surprised that they saw no townspeople, anywhere. Suspecting a trap, Jeremiah Smith had his men go no farther into town than the jail, “Keep yer eyes open fellers, I’m going inside.”
With guns drawn, Smith entered the jail—and quickly exited with Jay’s note, “C’mon, let’s ride! They got Spencer!”
To be continued…