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 Fort Justice—on-the-hunt for highwaymen and other scoundrels.
They would likely find some.
“Home sweet home, Daisy.”
“You need sleep, People-Dog Jack,” Daisy arfed, “I’ll stand guard.”
“By ‘stand guard’ you really mean ‘I’ll be in bed if you need me,’ right?”
Chapter 8—Fort Justice—Episode 4…
“Perhaps, what you need is not sleep—but me,” a familiar, doggish voice said.
Daisy and Boomer didn’t turn—both instantly knew the voice belonged to…
“In-the-flesh, so to speak.”
“This was NOT supposed to happen, I am sorry Pack-Leader-Jack,” the Great Northern Beagamute replied, “Once again there is a force in the ether messing-with me.”
“I don’t know yet, Little Sister, but I intend to find out. First, I must make you whole, Pack-Leader-Jack.”
And—Cujo did just that.
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 function without once mentioning the “Master,” at least not out loud.
“I have checked the desert for twenty miles on both sides of the trail between here and the fort. I found no one—save for a couple of hapless prospectors.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Flutters—I do,” Susie said, “They must be out here somewhere; they can’t just disappear.”
Perhaps they can—GENTLE READER—Perhaps they can…
To be continued…