Previously: 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.”
Adventure Nine—Silverthorn’s—Episode Six… Meanwhile, at the Cabin-on-the-Rock—Chris, Buttons and Linda arrived, all were a little surprised—until Chris noticed Cujo, “Time travel? But there’s so much going-on here—that we need to handle.”
“You will return mere seconds after you leave, People-Dog Chris.”
And with that—they were gone, and for now—out of this storyline!
Meanwhile—on Historic Highway 61… We find Dominick Slater searching for Boomer.
He stopped at Boomer’s house…
…And found no one there—the place was deserted.
He stopped at Silverthorn’s Café…
…And found nothing—but a rather harsh stare from a tall man he recognized as Farkleberry.
On a hunch, Slater continued out of the Village of Danger Bay and up onto the bluff. Shortly coming across the driveway leading to the Cabin-on the-Rock, and exclaimed, “Of COURSE! Boomer has friends living here!”
He drove in and parked by the garage and through the window and saw Boomer’s car, “Clever, but not clever enough.”
He climbed the steps and knocked on the door.
There was no immediate answer.
He knocked again—longer and harder.
Kiwi heard him the first time and the hidden security camera informed her who was knocking. She was in no hurry to go to the door. She would—eventually.
Slater decided no one was there—so he did what any visitor would do when no one is home—he turned the doorknob and surprised that the door wasn’t locked—he opened the door.
THAT was a BIG mistake!
Kiwi was standing behind the door and pushed Slater back onto the porch, “Now look lady…”
Slater didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence—he was too busy lying on his back—looking up at a broadly smiling Kiwi.
To be continued…