Previously: They clearly were not miners.
They had no picks.
They had no shovels.
They had no cart.
What they did have—were firearms.
Firearms were not all that unusual—miners usually had them close-at-hand to fend-off claim-jumpers.
But they generally didn’t carry them.
These fellows were not miners.
They were outlaws. Inside the mine there was enough room to house fifty men and fifty horses.
This is their base of operations.
This spells trouble for our marshals—and provides an excuse for more cheesy serial fiction.
A good thing, right? RIGHT?
Chapter 8—Fort Justice—Episode 6…Meanwhile—the sweep of the trail… ended when the cavalry & marshals met, “We found nothing Colonel Cooper.”
“Nor did we Marshal Shouse,” Cooper replied, “I find that very-strange—where could they have gone?”
“We don’t have the manpower to do sweeps like this, the best we can do is assign a deputy to escort travelers on the trail.”
“I’ll schedule patrols to ride the trail as well—but I too haven’t the resources to assure safety.”
“Mac, Larry and Jay, head on to Fort Justice, the rest of us will return to Loco,” Chris ordered.
Speaking of Loco—it was just then that Boomer, Pal & Daisy began the trip to Fort Justice escorting the daily stagecoach, at the request of Marshal Fitzhugh.
“Ready to go, Festus?”
“Jes waitin’ on two more, Marshal Boomer,” the driver replied, “Is you sure th’ trail is safe?”
“The marshals and cavalry just made a sweep of the trail, so I expect it to be at least, a little safer.”
“Somehow, Marshal, that jes don’t make me feel all that safe.”
“That’s why I’m riding with you.”
“You are but one man, Marshal, an’ one lucky bullet kin git you kilt.”
“Yes—there’s truth in what you say. However, they tried that once—and failed.”
This is true, GENTLE READER, but will Boomer’s luck hold?
To be continued…