Previously: Roughly an hour later the wounded were all patched-up, warned to get the hell outa the territory—because the next time—the marshals wouldn’t shoot to wound . . .
This warning was not lost on the wounded men as they, with remarkable alacrity skedaddled. They didn’t stop until they left—not only the area—but Minnesota altogether.
“Okay, folks,” Mac rumbled, “It’s time we hunted-down the escapees.”
“How do we notch our rifles to show wounded, instead of killed?” Chris asked.
“Scratch a ‘w’ into the stock?” Mac laughed.
With that they (big surprise coming—a cliché) they rode off into the sunset.
Season Eleven—Adventure 3—Devil Track Trading II—Episode 4: They hadn’t ridden more than a mile or so when suddenly, and without warning, Sarah, Larry (who WAS vacationing in Canada), Boomer, Jay (who had remained behind to fly charter flights for MacAir) and Big Mac found themselves at Danger Bay Field, “Hey, how’d we get here?”
“I don’t know, Sarah,” Boomer replied, “And where’s Chris and Hiram?”
“I was enjoying my vacation, thank you very much,” Larry quipped.
“Well,” Jay grinned, “I just got out of a charter flight with two very-grumpy men from Grand Marais.”
Mac looked around a bit, and grinned, “It appears, Boomer, that your REAL WORLD is making an appearance; read the sign on the hangar.”
“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed, “Look at the airplanes—there are at least three new ones!”
Our heroes inspected the airplanes—there were two P-38J “Lightnings” complimenting Big Mac’s P-38N “Night Lightning,” Larry’s Hellcat MkII, and a P51B-10-NA “Mustang” to compliment Boomers P51, “Daisy,” which was, curiously, missing.
“Where’s my Mustang?”
“Wal, don’t fret too much,” Lar Farkleberry said as he joined them, “That Mustang’s gittin’ a complete overhaul—the FAA won’t certify her to fly ‘less that’s done. ‘Sides, you got a P-38 ta play with—that-there on with th’ blue stripes on th’ tail.”
“I have no back seat in my Hellcat…”
“No worries, Larry, I got a Mustang Mark II comin’ fer ya,” Lar grinned, “It will be here in a week or two, I s’pect.”
“Why we were called away from 1874?” Sarah asked.
“I can answer that,” a voice, seemingly from thin air was heard to say…
To be continued…