Previously: From—Season 9—Chapter 8—Fort Justice— Episode 11…Conclusion “Just adding to the legend of ‘Boomer Jack Boardman,’ I reckon,” Pal whinnied.
The talking soon morphed into silent-thoughts as they made their way back along the trail to Loco.
The silent-thoughts morphed into are-we-there-yet-boredom.
Many hours later they arrived at Boomer’s house and all were looking forward to its basement and modern facilities.
What none of them realized—the trail to those modern facilities would be a good bit longer than they expected.
…And from Season 10—Chapter 1—A Murder in Danger Bay… Chris, Boomer, Big Mac, Susie, Larry, Sarah & Jay Cooper, Marshal Wyatt Earp IV, and US (Reservation) Marshal Hiram Silverthorn, Jr. were gathered at Silverthorn’s Café…
“Well—THAT was exciting,” Hiram, Jr. summed-up what all were thinking, “Let’s just not make a habit of murders in Danger Bay.”
The discussion of all that transpired—discovery of the crime—the investigation (something that Hiram had participated in as Reservation Police Lieutenant)—and the eventual resolution of, and learning that Hans Schwartzkopf was responsible for the murder of Millie Gamboge lasted until…
Season 10—Chapter 2—Return of the Adventure Train —Episode 1… …They found themselves again in 1874 Loco, Nevada—in Boomer’s secret basement. All of them—Except AJ, whose responsibilities as Danger Bay Airfield Administrator prevented his return to 1874—by his request—a request Cujo granted.
“Here we are again,” Chris grinned, “I wonder what trouble is heading our way?”
“We may not know ‘what trouble’ Chris,” Sarah replied, “But we can be sure we’ll be in some kind of ‘trouble,’ Cujo only sends us where she thinks we’re needed.”
“In the matter of business-interrupted,” Boomer announced, “Here are your Farkleberry-Henry Rifles—all scope-equipped.”
Both Susie and Chris rushed to select their Farkleberry-Henrys—and I believe, GENTLE READER, they actually fondled their rifles—sadly the rifles were probably not impressed.
There was an unexpected knock on the front door, “Are we expecting anybody?”
“It might just be a peddler, Chris,” Boomer replied, “I’ll see who it is.”
Boomer climbed the ladder—a ladder leading to the front hall closet—and quietly closed the trap door.
There was another knock—a very insistent one, at that.
Boomer opened the door.
Boomer was taken by complete and utter surprise…
To be continued…