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, long ago, granted the request), and found themselves on the trail to Devil Track Trading our heroes were lamenting their diminishing number, “This is not good. Here we are closing-in on those responsible for a possible murder—and yet one more has been granted leave…”
“But, Boomer,” Sarah replied, “We really need that income. During our time in the 21st Century we had no charters to fly. You agree, don’t you Carl?”
“I do. Business has not been great this year. With some luck, we may be able to accomplish enough this 19th Century visit to earn a weekend or two in the 21st.”
“Y’know, I see no reason why Cujo can’t bring us to and from the past instantly,” Chris suggested, “After all, time is fluid—right?”
“Normally, yes,” Boomer replied, “But Cujo is still engaged in battle with that sabre toothed oversized Bobcat.”
“Does that mean we could be stuck here?”
“It could have, until just now,” a familiar and much-missed voice replied as Cujo and Karma Big Feathers appeared.
“Master!” Flutters exclaimed.
“Cujo!” the balance of the humans and dog-people exclaimed in near-unison.
“I know you would all like to spend some time at home in the 21st Century,” Cujo arfed, “But you are needed here more. The future of Williams’ Station is in deep jeopardy. The trouble is—I’m not exactly certain what action you should take—my battle with the sabre toothed bobcat has affected my abilities, at least for the time being.”
“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 cannot do, and that is one of them.”
“We’ll find out, dear Cujo,” Sarah assured the Beagamute, “I’m so glad you are back.”
With that Cujo and Karma disappeared.
Big Mac rumbled with a wicked grin, “Let’s ride!”
To be continued…