Previously: Collie asked with an innocent look on her face, she was looking straight at Chris, “Are there any more wedding bells coming soon? We could use more parties like this.”
Chris turned bright red and Wyatt started playing with his mustache.
Carl saved the day, “Yes this is quite the party c’mon Collie let’s go cut a rug.”
Linda was out dancing with Ralph (Cujo brought him from the Real World just for this event). She looked as if she was having a great time and was talking Ralph’s ear off.
Boomer was really enjoying his Brown Ale and was in deep conversation Hiram and Billy Black Cloud.
When the two couples came out on the floor to dance everyone circled them and the smiles and good cheer could be seen and felt in the hanger.
By the time the party broke up everyone agreed they needed to have more parties like this.
Season 12—Adventure 2—Return to Fort Justice—Episode 2—Tuesday…At Silverthorn’s Café… Ralph Halvorson and Paul Harriott who remained behind as the others returned to 1873 (with Cujo’s permission—to set-up businesses) were experiencing the camaraderie of the café for the first time, “I can see why Linda likes this Danger Bay, this place seems to be universally friendly.”
“In this century, perhaps,” Paul replied, “The nineteenth was my introduction to this cyber-world—and it can be a bit harrowing.”
“I can imagine,” Ralph replied, “I must find an occupation here, I do real estate appraising in the Real World—I wonder if there is a need for that here?”
“There certainly is…”
“There certainly is,” Camille Jones Farkleberry standing next to her husband, Medlar (Lar) Farkleberry, asserted, “We had one here, but she moved to Little Falls last month. I’m Camille Farkleberry—I answer to ‘Cam,’ most times, anyway. I’m the broker-owner of Moosehead Real Estate Services.”
“Perfect, as soon as I can get a car—I’ll stop by and check-out your office.”
“Speaking of cars,” Paul smiled, “We both are in the market, any suggestions?”
“Wal—you’ve come to the right place,” Lar Farkleberry replied, “We Farkleberrys have you covered—once agin. Foller me.”
“As long as you’re in real estate, Cam, I’m looking at the possibility of opening an English-style pub—any possibilities?”
“As it happens, I have something you might be interested in. After you solve your transportation requirements, please stop by my office—just follow Historic 61 North. My office is just a couple of miles away.”
They accompanied Lar across the parking lot—and he asked what kind of car they might be interested if. He also explained his recent difficulty in obtaining cars to sell, “I hadda lay the smack on Heck, t’git him to deliver me some products—he’d bin delivering all th’ cars to Forest City—anyways I got him t’bring me th’ pick o’th’ litter.
After both Paul and Ralph described their preferences—Farkleberry’s face lit-up.
“You fellers couldn’t’a come lookin’ at a better time,” He said as he disappeared behind the station. First, he brought out a Triumph GT6, followed by a ’65 Aston-Martin DB-5.
“Wal—whaddaya think, Fellers?”
“Wal—whaddaya think, Fellers?”
But what of the last scene before the wedding, GENTLE READER?
I reckon we’ve run outta room to resolve that!
To be continued…