Previously: “I’ll just shut-up, now,” Flutters squeaked.
“Begging your pardon, Colonel,” Boomer smiled, “Do we really need Daisy’s assistance here?”
Daisy’s tail began to wag—she KNEW what “People-Dog” Boomer was about to ask…
The colonel smiled, “I believe K9 Trooper Daisy would be an asset to the marshals, her lack of opposable-digits, essential to our task here, requires her reassignment to them.”
Flutters looked at Daisy’s now-furiously wagging tail, “CRAP!”
Season Ten—Chapter Five—Outpost—Episode 9… “It seems it’s settled, Marshal McIntyre, The First-Sergeant and I will complete the modifications here while you complete your assignment.”
“Gee—thanks Colonel,” Mac grinned, “Saddle-up you two—we have much to accomplish.”
Daisy and Flutters looked at each other and almost in unison said, “Saddle-up?”
They left the stockade just as the deputies arrived, “We have our assignment, let’s ride!”
“You have a plan, Mac?”
“Improvise as we go, Wyatt,” Mac replied, “I believe I’ll send the K-9 deputies, with our Avian deputy out ahead of us to scout. They can do so without attracting much attention. Flutters is very good at keeping us informed of what he and the dogs find.”
“Not to mention the fact you have an experienced Native-Scout—who just happens to know this area very well.”
“Good point, that scout, young Silverthorn, is as of now, assigned to accompany our four-legged and two-winged scouts.”
Hiram Silverthorn, Jr. and his companions swiftly moved-out ahead of Mac and Company.
A day later, the transformation from trading post to “Outpost Waanaki`” was completed.
And Fenton & Company arrived in Williams Station.
Things were about to get ugly.
Lt. Colonel Phineas Cooper and First-Sergeant Boomer noticed the Fenton party arrive and were preparing to greet them…
District US Marshal McIntyre and his deputies and scouts had just begun their part of the operation…
…they faded into the 21st Century Silverthorn’s Café
“EEK!” Sandra exclaimed as our time-travelers solidified.
“Is it Sunday?”
“No Chris,” Hiram Silverthorn replied, “You faded-out and no more than a second or two later, you returned.”
“What does this mean?” Sarah asked.
“If I’m not mistaken,” Boomer offered, “Cujo is still engaged with that over large bobcat.”
“So—we could return soon to the 19th Century, or not return at all.”
“That would be my guess, Cooper,” Boomer sighed.
Thus ends Chapter Five—but our story? To be continued…