Previously: It was clear the Inspector was about to suffer a brain hemorrhage so Sarah smiled—ever-so-sweetly, “Come with me, gentlemen.”
When they reached the rear door of the stable car, Sarah slid the door open—and watched a pair of jaws about drop through the floor—as the Mounties saw the lush grass and horses and the Native American camp and people.
“We’ve made a few improvements since the last time we were together. We have a very comfortable camp just over the hill—there are tents set-up there for you and your men. At each campsite there are 21st Century facilities—with hot and cold running water, a mess hall serving breakfast, lunch, and dinner—all the 21st Century comforts we have at home.”
Soon they were joined by the rest of our time-travelers and were taken to the Tardis Pub-tent, complete with Archie McDermid, where they were treated to several rounds of drinks.
What they didn’t know—is if and when this mission ended—they’d have no memory of these 21st Century treats—Cujo would make certain of that.
Season 12—Adventure 6—Saskatchewan! Episode 3…
“Where are we going?” Sarah asked between sips of her spectacular Chablis, “I’m pretty-excited for a new adventure, Cujo.”
“Saskatchewan,” Cujo replied, “I’m just not sure where. It’s been very-difficult for me to pin down exactly where Lacy and Christine Dalton, and company might be found.”
“So this is why we were called-in,” Yatkov said, “Saskatchewan’s a big place—where do you feel we should head?”
“Saskatoon,” Cujo replied, “It’s relatively centrally located—and you can respond in almost any direction.”
“Well, then,” Chris grinned, “Let’s get going!”
Meanwhile, Lacy and Christine Dalton stepped off the train… at O’Rouke’s Drift in Saskatchewan, their combined gang-members had left the train some one-hundred miles back and set up camp near Little Fork, Saskatchewan, “I can’t believe you’re going straight.”
“We have to, Gramma,” Lacy replied, “Our reputation in the States is so bad, we would be tracked-down wherever we went. We’ll look for a legal business opportunity and run it within the law.”
“What kind of business?”
“A saloon,” Lacy replied, “With gambling. We won’t cheat our customers—at first. Slowly, we’ll begin to rig the games to our advantage—not every day, however—we want even the losers to return.”
Christine though this over—slowly, her face broke-into a wide grin, “I like that!”
To be CONTINUED…