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Monthly Archives: March 2014
The legend of Boomer Jack
Previously: A short time later, Boomer & company came upon Chris and the marshals, “We had a near run-in with some folks on the high ground five miles ahead of you. Chances are good they’ve left—but.” “We’ll scout the hill, … Continue reading
“This is a blog—not reality.”
Previously: “Can’t tell from here, but if he is—he’s only one.” “Boys, get ready,” Caleb called-out, “We might have a target—ripe for the picking.” Meanwhile—the stagecoach was moving at a rapid pace—the driver was too nervous to go slower—one marshal, … Continue reading
“Boys, get ready…”
Previously: Caleb Smith and his long-time partner, Carson James had been at this since the war, and were quite well-off as a testament to their skill in selecting targets. If you remember, GENTLE READER, our heroes were ambushed a few … Continue reading
Why, exactly, are they outlaws?
Previously: Not finding any highwaymen on their sweep troubled all. Then again—it IS a big desert. They rode at a leisurely pace and spread-out a little more than they usually ride, and quieter—with no singing. None. Meanwhile—at the mine-site… Eight … Continue reading
On the road again
Previously: “Ready to go, Festus?” “Jes waitin’ on two more, Marshal Boomer,” the driver replied, “Is you sure th’ trail is safe?” “The marshals and cavalry just made a sweep of the trail, so I expect it to be at … Continue reading
Will Boomer’s luck hold?
Previously: They clearly were not miners. They had no picks. They had no shovels. They had no cart. What they did have—were firearms. Firearms were not all that unusual—miners usually had them close-at-hand to fend-off claim-jumpers. But they generally didn’t … Continue reading
A good thing, right?
Previously: Meanwhile—at the same time on the trail to Ft Justice… Neither the marshals, nor the cavalry found any highwaymen—anywhere along the trail. Even with the help of the far-ranging Flutters; who once again proved that he could perform his … Continue reading
“Big Sister!”
Previously: Deputy Marshal Hiram Silverthorn asked to remain in Loco to back-up Fitzhugh until Little-Mac McGyver returned. Two hours later Chris, Big Mac, Susie, Sarah, Jay, Larry Flutters and AJ were rested, fed, and back on the trail to … Continue reading
“Home sweet home, Daisy.”
Previously: “Very-well, then, I’ll just have to use the Ojibwe-method of interrogation. You won’t find that very pleasant.” The Eagle-Point Band of Ojibwe did not employ torture as a method of extracting information—but they didn’t know that, and Hiram would … Continue reading
“Do you guys have anything to say?”
Previously: Chris, Sarah and Susie, all sharpshooters of no small skill, returned fire and managed to hit two of the four ambushers, and in so doing, thoroughly convinced the other two that pursuing the marshals was not really a good … Continue reading
The PORT OF DANGER BAY, MINNESOTA 