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 idea.
Pal’s charge last just long enough to overtake and completely surprise Larry and his captors.
Without orders or hesitation Chris dismounted and rushed to attend Boomer & Pal, while the others disarmed and subdued Larry’s captors.
They left the interrogation to Susie Blackmon.
“What took you guys so long?”
“Shut-up, Larry,” Flutters squawked.
Chapter 8—Fort Justice—Episode 2… “Daisy was worried-sick about Boomer,” Flutters continued, “And you crack-wise?”
“Wait a minute, Bird-Brain,” Larry replied, “We deal with your ‘Master’ comments, you of all critters, should understand I mean no harm.”
“Oh—I do. I simply HAD to hassle you,” Flutters laughed.
Chris had Pal and Boomer patched-up as well as possible with the limited first-aid supplies she had, “That’ll have to do, Pal, I stopped the bleeding, but I fear you’ll have a scar.”
“My moc-boot has been destroyed.”
“Yes it has,” Chris read-correctly that Boomer was also cracking-wise, “And with a little luck—and time, you may be able to walk again.”
The fact that he was standing was testament in and of itself as to the quality of Chris’ skills. That—and the brain-stretching-magic that seems to be a hallmark of this blog.
“Do you guys have anything to say?” Hiram, Junior asked his prisoners, who had given-up no information to Susie when she interrogated them.
They said nothing—just glared at Hiram.
“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 let them mull that over for a while.
“Okay chief, I’ll talk,” the bearded prisoner said.
“Don’t bother, I’m looking forward to interrogating you—Ojibwe-style. You had your chance.”
“Be silent. Your scalp would look good hanging from my belt,” Hiram grinned.
To be continued…