Previously: “Riders approaching,” Arturo called-out, “Looks like three only.”
“Recruits, I hope,” Edward said, “There’s a lot of nothin’ in these parts.”
“If you are thinkin’ of robbin’ us,” Bill Carstairs grinned, “We got nothin’.”
“We ain’t,” Lacy grinned back, “You fellas looking for work?”
“We might be, but if it is wrangling cows—we ain’t farmers.”
“Do we LOOK like farmers to you? What kind of work are you looking for?”
“We have guns, and we know how to use them,” Carstairs replied.
“Good,” Paulo Morales replied, and looking at Lacy, added, “Do you when not to use them?”
“I ain’t fond of killin’, I only shoot second,” Carstairs replied, “I don’t fancy being hanged.”
Meanwhile—Aboard the “Adventure Train”…
Season 12—Adventure 1—Episode 13—Everyone braced for impact—an impact which didn’t happen. At least not yet… BUT—this does create a one-hundred and forty-two year cliffhanger!
Not yet because they were no longer in 1873.
They were at the Cabin-on-the-Rock in 2015.
And there was someone unexpected with them—Paul had joined them in the 21st Century.
“What am I doing here?” the somewhat confused 1873 24th Earl of Harriott asked.
“Occupying space?” Boomer grinned, “Welcome to the Cabin-on-the-Rock—where there just might be a room for you to occupy—right, Mac?”
“Yep, we have an open room, Paul. Down the hall to your right, 3rd door.”
Paul immediately went to check out his new quarters.
Collie McIntyre entered the room all excited—she had some news, “You guys were gone for the ENTIRE weekend, and guess what? You are all invited to a wedding—not just a wedding, but a double wedding. Liam McOsker and Gypsy DeLuca and Sandra Peterson and Jimmy Red Cloud.”
“That was quick,” Sarah WAS pleased, “We heard nothing about this before we left.”
“They decided on the spur of the moment on Saturday, and would have had Hiram marry them immediately, but decided to hold-off until tomorrow so you could attend.”
“How WONDERFUL!” Sarah exclaimed, “Where?”
“The inlet between the Blue Swallow Motel and Boomer’s place. It seems that both grooms-to-be proposed there.”
“Ah—and forever after to be known as ‘Proposal Inlet,’ right?” Chris cracked-wise.
She was right, of course. She just didn’t know it yet—but she just named the beautiful little bay.
A few minutes later, Paul returned from checking out his quarters, “I didn’t expect so much room. What is the rent?”
“We’ll discuss that later—after you’ve had a chance to establish yourself here,” Mac replied, “What manner of employment appeals?”
“I could imagine running an English-style pub,” Paul replied, “Other than the fact I might drink the profits…”
Thus ends this adventure—Our story? To be continued…