WHERE ARE OUR HORSES?

Return of the Adventure Train Banner ©2014 Jack BoardmanPreviously:

Pollutants, GENTLE READER? Thoroughly filtered before entering the atmosphere. Of COURSE this can be done—this IS fantasy-fiction!  

The train was well on its way to Ft Justice by the time the marshals visited the stable—and to their great surprise—they found no horses there.

Season 10—Chapter 2—Return of the Adventure Train—Episode 5…

WHERE ARE OUR HORSES?” Big Mac bellowed-out the question that was on everyone’s mind.

A visit to the stable car ©2014 Jack Boardman

“WHERE ARE OUR HORSES?”

“But Poodle said they were loaded,” Sarah knew her Poodle didn’t tell lies—except when he insisted he was hungry—most dog-people tend to fib a little about that.

“Well clearly, they’re not here—and there doesn’t seem to be an elevator,” Chris too, was more than a little perplexed.

“We’re going to have a difficult time getting around without them,” Hiram observed—dryly.

They began to notice other things missing—hooks for the bridles—stands for the saddles—water and food troughs—oats and hay supplies—all the necessities for keeping their horses comfortable and happy.

It was Chris who first noticed the obvious, “I don’t remember seeing loading-doors on this side of the car when the train pulled-in. I thought that odd.”

“Maybe we should open one of the doors?” Larry suggested as he walked to the closest door and pushed it open against the slip-stream, “Well—will ya look at this.”

The very-first thing he noticed—there was no slip-stream, but there was grass. And trees.

And a whole lot of—well let me show you the entire view, GENTLE READER—look at the next illustration!

There was even a fully equipped blacksmith shop—with a blacksmith.

Trees for shade, a big field for the horses

Trees for shade, a big field for the horses

Trees for shade, a big field for the horses to run and graze, and of course—make horse-apples.

“You know, we’re supposed to be heading to Moosehead County, but we’re also supposed to check-in with the regional marshal in St. Louis; there’s no rush.”

Boomer acted quickly—contacting the engineer and ordering the train to slow-down to a very leisurely pace.

And then marshals explored.

They found an apple orchard.

They found a freshwater stream.

They found a silo—filled with oats.

And they found all their horses.

To be continued…

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4 Responses to WHERE ARE OUR HORSES?

  1. Chris Shouse says:

    So Sarah was right…that’s really cool!!! Awesome Awesome photo!

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  2. Sarah Cooper says:

    I was right? … Well, that’s a first. 🙂

    You know Poodle so well! He always tells me Jay didn’t give him a cookie when it’s my turn to sleep in. And he also checks to see if I “forgot” that I already gave him one. I buy smaller cookies so I can “forget” once or twice a day.

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    • Jack Boardman says:

      You were not only right—you were DEAD-ON-RIGHT! Don’t have to know Poodle—I KNOW Daisy! Daisy is expert at finagling treats. 😛

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