Previously: They barely had time to wheel around before the outlaws were upon them. The more experienced marshals drew their side arms and began shooting—Paul and Ralph were a couple of seconds slower.
The first three outlaws were dead before they hit the ground—their horses stopped and reared up—blocking the rest of the outlaws’ fire and causing their horses stop quite suddenly. Two of those riders fell to the ground.
The rest had enough and quickly spurred their horses to the gallop.
They would not return.
Season 12—Adventure 2—Return to Fort Justice—Episode 11… The morning light found Lacy up and ready to go she had taken another quick dip and lathered again—glad her hair was clean and that she no longer smelled of horse and dust, “Thank you very much for a very satisfactory night. We best get going.”
Arturo was taken aback. Her voice was so businesslike! He did not understand—a night of passion and nothing this morning. He scrambled to get his things and make sure the fire was out. By the time he got back to camp she had her horse saddled and coffee in hand. He dared not look at Edward.
“Well boys, shall we mount up and be on with it?”
No one dared say a word about her absence from camp last night. They also knew if Arturo had a juicy story to tell he would not tell it. They all knew Lacy would never cotton to a loose-lipped man.
Meanwhile—At Simpson’s Silver Mine… “Now that was impressive, Phineas! No doubt that will go a long way in evening the odds,” Mac grinned.
“Thank you, Sar-Major—they’ve been practicing rolling volleys. Big A has done a great job keeping this area and our training secure.”
Mac looked directly at Adelbert Simpson and in his best ominous rumble, “Nothing quite like a reformed outlaw—now is there?”
Simpson waxed ironic, “Reformed—are you referring to me?”
“I forgot—you two have history, Phineas grinned, “Adelaide Susannah “Ma” Simpson’s brothel in Moosehead City—right?”
“How is she, Adelbert?”
“Back in business, up in Loco, Mac. It’s legal there.”
“Everybody has her place, I reckon.”
“And I reckon,” Cooper was still grinning at the friendly banter, “It’s time to get on the trail to Fort Justice.”
“If it’s all the same to you, fellas, I’ll just stay here—to protect my interests.”
“Coward,” Linda muttered.
“No Ma’am,” Simpson replied, “With all the hooligans roaming the territory, my employees and I have a vested interest in protecting this mine—we do contribute to the operation of the fort—and economy—of Fort Justice.”
“It’s true, Linda,” Colonel Cooper added, “Adelbert contributes more to our economy than all the other businesses and mines—combined. You couldn’t have known that.”
An hour later, Cooper & Company were on the trail to Fort Justice.
One wonders, GENTLE READER, WHAT CAN POSSIBLY GO WRONG?
To be continued…