Previously: “I have news. The remaining outlaws have hooked-up with Pierre LeFarge, and Goodfellow is indeed still alive.”
“Great news, Flutters!”
“There’s more, Mac,” Flutters continued, “Goodfellow has convinced LeFarge he has a large amount of money—but refuses to say where. For now, that seems to be keeping him alive.”
“That won’t last long—torture, anyone?” Chris had a point.
“Let’s ride—at the gallop.”
Meanwhile—some five miles up-lake… LeFarge and his men had set-up camp in a very defensible position—with Devil Track Lake anchoring his right flank—and granite wall running across the trail and extending a mile inland.
“It is time you tell me where is this money you spoke of, mon ami, no?” LeFarge had decided now—in this natural fortress—was the time to force Goodfellow to reveal his secrets, “Secure heem to the tree, mes-amis, c’est vous plait.”
“Hey boss! I’ve seen that hat-wearing pigeon before!”
Flutters had been told to skip the hat—he now understood why as one of the outlaws took aim with a biggass shotgun!
Season Eleven—Adventure 2—Devil Track Trading—Episode 9:
“YIKES!” Flutters squawked, as he increased his speed to maximum-wing-flap—the volley of buckshot missed his tail feathers by millimeters.
At near blur-speed he headed towards where he thought he’d find the marshals. Being a bird, he didn’t have to follow the road—a mixed blessing as he had to dodge trees at more than 40 mph.
Once or twice he had to untangle himself from a jack-pine or birch tree—sounding not unlike a flabbergasted Donald Duck.
Finally he found the marshals riding at the gallop towards him.
“AR-ROOO!!” Daisy bayed, “Incoming Bird-Brain!”
The marshals slowed to a walk to meet Flutters.
“Isn’t this Friday?” Pepper asked.
“Yes,” Sarah replied, Why?”
“We’re not fading into 2014!”
To be continued…