Monthly Archives: September 2014

Previously: “But we’re WARHORSES!” “Honestly, you two,” Boomer chastised, “You have nothing to prove to us—but if you spoil a shot…” “I’m just jerking your chain, human Boomer,” Thunderhoof replied. “You mean to tell us you can’t shoot from a … Continue reading →

Previously: “Yeah, Scruffy,” a third fellow chimed in, “There’s only three of them—are you afraid of three Injuns?” The conversation degenerated into “mob-talk” of the sort that has been a staple in most western movies and Tee-Vee shows with snippets … Continue reading →

Previously: “Where ARE those guys?” Chris asked with fingers a-twitching as they held her heavy Farkleberry-Henry .44-40. “They stopped about a hundred yards before the bend in the road,” Flutters reported, “They seem to be waiting.” “For what?” Wyatt asked, … Continue reading →

Previously: Boomer and Mac stayed on the road—blocking the pursuers, “We’re gonna be a bit outnumbered, Mac.” “That means it’s fair fight.” “Yep,” Boomer agreed, chambering his Farkleberry-Henry .44-40, a fair fight.” “Here they come—don’t be scared little-buddy, I’ll protect … Continue reading →

Previously: Silverthorns are skilled warriors, not simply skilled businessmen and women, after all. He climbed up on Fleetfoot, his sentient steed, and with his men, headed towards Williams’ Station, where he’d heard there was a new army outpost, “Let’s go, … Continue reading →

Previously: “I think we should solve the murder of J. T. Goodfellow,” Chris suggested. “I don’t know if he’s dead,” Cujo replied, “He may well be—but I can’t determine that. You must find out, as there are certain things I … Continue reading →

Season 11—Adventure 2—Devil Track Trading—Episode 1: Chris, Sara, Boomer, Carl, Hiram, Jr., Buttons, Daisy, Pepper and Flutters faded-out from Silverthorn’s Café (Jay Cooper requested the weekend off to fly a chartered flight to Canada for some well-heeled fishermen and Cujo, … Continue reading →