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 you,” Mac rumbled as he chambered his Farkleberry-Henry .44-40.
“I feel SO—MUCH—BETTER!”
Season Eleven—Adventure 2—Devil Track Trading—Episode 4:
Boomer & Mac awaited their fate with chambered Farkleberry-Henry .44-40s—the pursuers must have slowed their pace as they didn’t round the bend when expected, “Doya reckon they’re trying to gain our flank?”
“I don’t, Boomer,” Mac rumbled, “But if they do…”
“…They’ll run into our formidable flankers,” Boomer grinned, “To their fatal dismay.”
“All-in-all, I’d rather we capture them alive. To employ a worn-out phrase—dead men don’t tell tales.”
“That cliché is so worn-out, I’m a little dismayed that you employed it.”
Mac shifted in his saddle a bit, “Do tell.”
“I did tell.”
Meanwhile on their right flank… Brave Hawk, Hiram, Wyatt, and Chris assisted by Buttons and Flutters were also squirming in their saddles—with the obvious exceptions of Buttons and Flutters—but you knew that, right GENTLE READERS?
“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, “How many, Flutters?”
“Piece of cake,” Hiram cracked.
“No thanks,” Brave Hawk replied, “Better to battle on an empty stomach.”
Hiram appreciated his ancestor’s dry humor—but there was work to be done, so, “Flutters, please scout the trading post again. I’d like to know what they’ve done with Goodfellow.”
To be continued…