“They got Larry!”

Fort Justice BannerPreviously: And at La Cantina—Larry’s captor was, in his mind, at least, regaling Boomer & Mac with his tales of prospecting for silver…

“It was th’ summer of ’69, an’ me an’ Rufus had just struck what we thought was th’ motherlode…”

His voice drifted off into his tablemate’s sub-conscience, as most BS tales do. They were brought back from their head-nodding at appropriate times coma by, “Welp, I reckon I’ll get me another whiskey. Nice talkin’ with yuh, fellas.”

“Finally—he’s done,” Boomer said.

“I wonder where Larry is,” Mac noticed his now-conspicuous absence.

“Oh—probably napping in his new quarters.”

Chapter 7—Loco Part IV, Fort Justice—Episode 13…“Oh—I expect he’s probably napping—you know Larry,” Boomer cracked.

“That would figure,” Mac agreed, “Or he could be making the place over to his liking. It’s definitely better than the stable in Loco.”

Gee, I didn’t think of that,” a wry grin played at Boomers mouth, “Palatial quarters.”

Chris and Sarah joined Mac & Boomer

Chris and Sarah joined Mac & Boomer…

Chris and Sarah joined Mac & Boomer.

“Have you guys seen the dogs?” Chris asked, “We were just talking to them, and turned away for a second, they were gone.”

“Nope, Daisy said something about looking for Flutters a bit ago,” Boomer replied, but don’t ask how long—I was busy not listening to that guy in shirtsleeves over by the bar.”

“What guy?” Sarah asked.

“Oh. He must have left.”

“Okay, let’s see where those critters went,” Mac rumbled, “They’re probably hunting jackrabbits.”

“I hope they don’t find any, they’re bigger than the dogs,” Chris laughed.

Before they could get to the door, the dogs and Flutters arrived, “They got Larry!”

“Who, Buttons?”

“We don’t know.”

“How long ago?”

“At least two hours,” Daisy answered.

“Which way did they go?”

“We can’t tell for sure, several wagons have been on the road messing-up the scents,” Daisy replied, “We’ll have to sniff all the trails out-of-town.”

“Do it!”

To be continued…

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About Jack Boardman

Just a little bit of a Curmudgeon.
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11 Responses to “They got Larry!”

  1. Sarah Cooper says:

    The doggies are on the case!

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  2. fluttermatters says:

    True to the Master’s reflection on history Methinks thinks Fluttermatters, that there will be little surprise in finding that when the dogs – some might affectionately refer to them as the “hounds”, return they fully covered in desert dust, appearing as ghosts clinging to the sides of the stage coach loaded with nefarious dudes along with my good and loyal if not absent minded friend Larry. At the sight of this apparition the LOCO locals fresh from their daily visit at the bar spin stories that soon to become a “Greyhound” legend.

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  3. Chris Shouse says:

    Well I see the dude slipped out! Still they have no idea who they are up against..the dogs will sniff out those dirty rats! 🙂

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  4. fluttermatters says:

    “NEVER underestimate the power of the pooches”

    For some minds this may be true but Methinks thinks Fluttermatters that after due consideration, calculation, hesitation and some thought Methinks thinks Fluttermatters that the desert dust will powder their noses with stuff that is unknown to all except those who have experienced such things, rendering useless the singular talent the hounds have – sniffing.

    The hounds will find their snouts soon plugged tighter than the P-trap under your sink leaving them to the mercy of things unknown, unseen and un-thought of in the desert where the yet to be introduced and still unseen dark contemporary of Fluttermatters a certain B. A. Buzzard who, cloaked in invisible stealth, awaits his next meal to arrive in a doggy bag.

    But there is as there always is, one exception. It is of course the pooch known as the brown and white who’s ability to howl at shadows and almost anything that moves. Methinks that talent may be the DEW line that forewarns her pooch buddies of impending doom.

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  5. sgtmajcarl says:

    Put your faith in DOG! 🙂

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