Previously: “How do you feel about time travel?”
“Time travel?” Merle was astounded, “TIME TRAVEL?”
“We’re in,” Jay Cooper said while Sarah and Mac grinned.
Kiwi decided to stick around—she had more decorating to do—but did make a suggestion, “You should invite the others—and add Linda.”
“Cujo? C’mere girl!” Boomer called his old friend, “Merle—I think you’ll enjoy the 1870s.”
Adventure Nine—Silverthorn’s—Episode Five…
Almost instantly Cujo arrived at the cabin—she knew (somehow) exactly what to do, “I’ve contacted everyone available—only Chris and Linda. They will be here as soon as they can. The others must remain here in 2015.”
“Where will you send us?” Sarah asked.
“To finish a job here in Moosehead County, 1873 when you ran across Almonzo Slater, a Pinkerton-man—and Alpha-Jack didn’t kill him.”
“You have NEVER asked me to kill!”
“It has become apparent that Almonzo was supposed to die in a gunfight in 1873 and if he had, the damage done by his descendants would have been prevented.”
“Well, then, let’s get ready to go.”
“We must await the others,” Cujo replied, “One more thing you should know.”
“What’s that?” Sarah asked.
“One of your number will likely not be returning.”
Meanwhile—at Silverthorn’s Eagle Point Casino… “Where is he?” FBI Special Agent Dominick Slater confronted Black Cloud, who happened to be in the manager’s office.
“Where is who, exactly, Dom?” Black Cloud replied, “And I suggest, rookie, you proceed in a civil tone.”
“Beg your pardon Special Agent in Charge,” Slater replied as he recognized Black Cloud, “Name’s Boomer, and he’s a fugitive—originally wanted for multiple murders in Stanleyville, and now—for the attempted murder of four BIA agents.”
“Really? I know this man—in fact he was operating at my direction in Stanleyville and was interviewed on the scene.”
“I’ve got new evidence.”
“Do you have an arrest warrant?”
“It’s not been issued yet.”
“Then you have no warrant.”
“He tried to run over four BIA agents!”
“I know Boomer—if he had tried—they’d be dead now. Are they?”
“The you get your sorry ass outa this place—and out of Moosehead County!”
Meanwhile—in the assistant-manager’s office… BIA Agent Pete Gasson met with Marshal Silverthorn, “You’re looking a bit—how shall I say it—disheveled—Pete?” Marshal Silverthorn grinned at his old friend.
“Our fugitive kicked-up a little dust making his escape from us in Stanleyville.”
“Your ‘fugitive’ is not wanted for anything on this reservation and Stanleyville is part of the Eagle Point Band of Ojibwe Reservation.”
“According to FBI Special Agent Slater this Boomer fellow is wanted for multiple murders.”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Silverthorn replied, “He was operating under FBI supervision, and gave a statement. Afterwards he was free to go. Are you by any chance, working at the request of FBI agent Slater?”
“My orders to you, as your superior officer, are to separate from Slater, and leave this reservation—with no harm done—while you can.”
“Point taken, Hiram—may I come back later for a beer?”
“Certainly—bring your lovely wife as well. It’s been too long.”
To be continued…