Previously: “So—you don’t trust me?”
“I don’t know you well enough to judge that.”
“Mr. Henderson,” Boomer grinned as he produced his new/old FBI creds, “I have found over the years that auto retailers who incorporate that provision, are far less likely to scam buyers.”
Henderson thought for a moment—he could see some business advantages in including that in his contract—even his bad cars generally last longer than thirty days, “I like it—done!”
AND—a few days later when the weekend arrived… our intrepid time-travelers found themselves once again at the Cabin-on-the-Rock.
“I wonder where we’re off to this time?” Sarah thought out loud.
Season 12—Adventure 1—Episode 4… “Moosehead City, apparently,” Boomer’s grasp on reality impressed no one, “And Karl appears to be waiting for us.”
“What was your first clue?” Big Mac grinned, “His frantically waving us over?”
“Are you trying to replace Yatters, Carl?”
“That’s not possible.”
“How-do, Great-Grampa?” Mac cheerfully rumbled as they rode up, “You require our help?”
“I still have some difficulty speaking to someone not yet born, grandson—but that magic dog, Cujo, convinced me,” the “elder” McInyre replied, “You know your grandfather returned to Shelby County—the damn-fool!”
“He’ll survive the experience—obviously. What can we do for you?”
“I just received word that a Master-Sergeant Yatkov is on his way here with someone no longer welcome in Manitoba—that’s all I know other than they’re due to arrive today.”
“Not only today,” Chris observed, “But right now.”
Indeed a column of Mounties, all so pretty in their scarlet dress uniforms made their rather over-dramatic entrance—stage-right.
“Hello, Master-Sergeant,” Mac smiled, “Who is this you have with you—and why?”
“McIntyre! I’m glad you and your friends are here,” Yatkov replied, “May I present Paul, 24th Earl of Harriott, and late of Harriott Manor, Claydon, Oxfordshire, England,” RCMP Master-Sergeant Murray Yatkov smiled, “And now, late of Canada as well. He’s no longer welcome in Manitoba.”
Boomer walked over to Yatkov and Harriott, “Why have you been brought to us with such an escort?”
“I’m terribly sorry but it seems as though Manitobah is not fond of myself,” Harriott replied, “And one hasn’t any ideah why.”
“They didn’t take that Adams* Model 1860 antique pistol away from you?”
“One doesn’t believe these blackguaaards noticed one had the pistol. Don’t you know?”
Boomer grinned, “This is ‘Murica, we speak English here.”
“Well I say – one daaareseay you, one’s old bean, Colonials doh not speak the Queen’s English at all.”
“I can see, Jay,” Sarah spoke quietly, “We’re going to get along with this fellow nicely—Boomer’s playing with him.”
“Yeah,” Jay replied, “He can barely suppress his smile.”
* Adams was the manager for the London arms manufacturers George & John Deane. On August 22, 1851, he was granted a British patent for a new revolver design. The .436 Dean and Adams was a five-shot percussion (cap-and-ball) revolver with a spurless hammer, and the first revolver with a solid frame. The revolver used a double-action only system in which the external hammer could not be cocked by thumbing it back, like most other pistols of the era, but instead cocked itself when the trigger was pulled. This made it possible to fire the gun much more rapidly than contemporary single-action revolvers, such as the Colt (and Remington), which had to be cocked prior to each shot –Wikipedia.
WELCOME PAUL HARRIOTT TO OUR CAST OF IRL CHARACTERS!
To be continued…