Previously: “While there is some concern that we will be in the same environment that we both have known as underhanded and violent. I know that you are not that type of man. Things can be run on the up and up for the pleasure of people who like to take chances with their money. We have gotten to know the Silverthorn’s and Mr. Farkleberry and admire them very much. They accept us as we are now and do not judge our past. The townspeople do not look at us with scorn when we walk down the street. I never dared hope that I would ever have a loving relationship and fall so deeply in love with anyone as I have you. Now I have grown to love this area and the people in it. Could I dare hope we could build a life together and maybe even have children someday?”
The love than shone from Liam’s eyes almost lit up the room. He turned to the people he now considers friends and said, “We would be honored to take the position—thank you for the offer!”
Adventure Eight—Forest County—Episode Five…At Silverthorn’s Café… “It’s settled, then,” Kiwi replied, “Pack up and head for Forest City. You’ll find the ‘Hirams’ and Sam at Johnson’s Supply—next door to the casino.”
It really didn’t take them long to pack; they had so little.
However—in Danger Bay Time (DBT)—it was just long enough for several things to happen:
Remember Giordano’s gated estate?
Torn down—with the stone wall bricks stored for reuse.
The land was used to build high-quality log-cabin-inspired townhomes.
Something the folks living on 3rd Street loved—as they absolutely hated having Minicucci as a neighbor.
And then across 3rd Street is the historic railroad station…
Which had been taken over by the Minicucci mob—now ready to become a regular stop for the “Streamliner” on its scheduled run to Duluth and the Twin Cities.
And finally, Liam and Gypsy arrived at Johnson’s Supply… “We were just talking about you two.”
“My ears DID begin to burn,” Liam wisecracked, “I wasn’t so sure I wanted to walk in.”
“The fact you’re here leads me to believe Kiwi offered you a job—is this correct?”
“It is Mr. Silverthorn.”
“And you were approved for this job?” Hiram, Jr. asked.
“Yes Marshal Silverthorn, Special-Agent Black Cloud said I could manage the Casino, precisely because it is owned by Silverthorn-Farkleberry Enterprises.”
“Very well, Liam,” Hiram Sr. grinned, “Here are the keys to both the casino and your new home.”
“First left after you cross the railroad tracks, second log townhome on your right, number 4,” Marshal Silverthorn handed Gypsy the keys, “Welcome to our family!”
Gypsy’s hands shook as she accepted the keys and murmured, “Thank you.”
As Gypsy and Liam inspected their new home Liam cracked, “I guess we’ll be doing some shopping.”
“I can’t wait!”
To be continued…