Previously: It soon became clear that Larry’s day wouldn’t end well—when a man, who looked like an ordinary citizen-extra on any old western walked into the office.
He was holding a Henry Rifle and pointing it roughly in Yatkowsky’s direction, “You’ll come with me, marshal, or die right there where you’re standing.”
“Could we stop next door and get a beer, first?”
Chapter 7—Loco Part IV, Fort Justice—Episode 11… “Not a chance,” the Henry Rifle bearing man said as he locked Flutters in the jail and herded Larry outside.
Outside, where two others were waiting. Larry’s hands were tied to his saddle-horn, and the three of them rode out-of-town.
The man went back into the marshal’s office and left the rifle beside the desk.
A short time later he could be found at La Cantina—enjoying a well-deserved whiskey and chatting amiably with Boomer and Big Mac.
“What damn-fool decided to put glass outside of the bars in this cell?” Flutters wondered out loud—he was after all, just small enough to fit through the bars—made to keep humans in—with no thought of bird-incarceration.
He could get out of the cell he discovered; but couldn’t open the door to the personal quarters and his hatch.
He was moderately concerned that he would have to poop on the floor. “This too shall pass,” he reasoned.
“Pleasant day for a horseback ride, eh?” Larry couldn’t help cracking wise.
“Not a pleasant day, eh?”
“Well, I think it’s a pleasant day for a ride—the sun is shining…”
“SHET-UP! Afore I plug yuh full of holes.”
“Oh—I don’t think you will, eh? There’s a reason you have me as a reluctant companion, eh?”
“Jest shut-up, eh?”
To be continued…