Previously: “Hey!” Sarah exclaimed, “Where’s Boomer and Daisy?”
“I didn’t see him leave,” Mac replied, “But I suspect the timelines have merged and he’s back with his command at the fort.”
“But we need his guns here,” Chris looked a bit worried.
“We’ll make do,” Ralph didn’t seem worried, “Paul and I oughta balance his loss—we weren’t all that helpful our last visit.”
“We’ll be fine,” Mac added, “Hey, look—we got trouble on horseback headin’ our way.”
“I count thirty,” sharp-eyed Buttons said, looking at the trail behind, “And they don’t look happy!”
Season 12—Adventure 3—Siege of Fort Justice—Episode 13… They were NOT happy, they had discovered there was no money in the Buzzard’s Gulch bank—just bags filled with lead slugs—and they wanted revenge—what they got was a withering hail of gunfire.
Led by Ralph and Paul (they learned quickly), the eight pretend-outlaws began shooting—none missed—and soon the thirty were six.
Those six turned and hightailed it back to the town—where word spread quickly—there was no money to be paid for their services.
They arrived just as Christine Dalton’s associates: Alphonso Jones and Fred Clark found out about the money.
The place was in an uproar—angry gunslingers taking their outrage out with bullets—bullets which Jones and Clark managed to avoid.
This was the beginning of the end of the Gulch’s reputation as a “Robber’s Roost.”
They were expert gunslingers, and after dispatching several of the rioters to their appointment with Lucifer—they managed to gather fifty or so men to join them—and immediately set-out for North Fort Justice.
They would be there in ten days.
Meanwhile—Five days later… Lacy, the Slater and Morales brothers, Christine and her trusted associates: Sam Meeks, Juan Mendoza, and Jedediah Clark were in the only remaining open business in Fort Justice—the saloon, and planning their next move.
The bartender happened also to be the owner of the saloon, was a well-known outlaw from the Missouri, and Christine recognized him, “Hello Ace, remember me?”
“Hello Ace, remember me?”
“Darlin,’ ain’t hardly anyone you ever met wouldn’t remember you,” Ace Dunphy replied, “Remember that time in St. Joe?”
“We had us some good times, back then,” Christine laughed with the memory, “Boys? Listen to what Ace has to say as Lacy and I have some more catching-up to do.”
“Lacy, it’s past time we became friends—not just relatives. Tell me how you feel—and don’t hold back.”
To be Continued…