Previously: 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.
“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!”
“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.”
To be continued…