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, Fleetfoot, quickly, quietly and carefully—for I distrust this LaFarge.”
With the speed of sentient horses, they quickly put several miles between them and any possible pursuers.
There were pursuers—and others already in front of Brave Hawk and his men.
Season Eleven—Adventure 2—Devil Track Trading—Episode 3:
Certain they were being followed they pressed on at a gallop. Had any of them looked up—they would have observed a Stetson-wearing pigeon flying overhead—watching them for a time.
Flutters then flew towards the trading post and found a half-dozen riders following Brave Hawk, but falling behind.
After another mile or so, Brave Hawk came upon the Marshals, seconds after Flutters had reported his observations.
“It is good to see you again, many times Great Uncle Brave Hawk,” Hiram, Jr., greeted his ancestor.
“Boomer, you’re with me,” Big Mac immediately took charge—there was no time to lose on pleasantries, “The rest scatter into the woods and conceal yourselves!”
Brave Hawk, Hiram, Wyatt, and Chris moved to the right flank assisted by Buttons and Flutters (flying air cover), and Sarah assisted by Brave Hawk’s braves, Pepper and Daisy, went to the left flank.
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 you,” Mac rumbled as he chambered his Farkleberry-Henry .44-40.
“I feel SO—MUCH—BETTER!”
To be continued…