Season 13—Adventure 11—Deadwood! Episode 1—Scene 1… Aboard the Adventure Train… The Adventure Train neared its destination and would soon stop long enough for the humans, horses, and canines—OH! Let’s not forget Flutters—depart to a more 19th Century mode of travel.
The Adventure Train neared its destination
“At LAST!” Debra exclaimed, “We’re ending this frightening amusement park ride!”
“Where does the train go now?”
“No ‘where,’ really,” Chris replied, “But ‘when’ is more correct explanation. It will remain right here in a slightly different time until we need it again.”
“You’ll get the hang of it,” Linda added, “It took me a while to adapt to train travel.”
“When we debark from the train, I want Pepper and Buttons to head-up the canine operations,” Mac said, “Your two groups will scout all around the town. Divide up as you see fit and use Flutters to communicate with us.”
Pepper and Buttons both stood just a bit taller with their new responsibilities—and took their assignment very seriously, but without any sense of superiority over the others. They were natural leaders and would not lord their positions over the others.
Episode 1—Scene 2… The town of Deadwood… It was early in the day when they rode into Deadwood—Jimmy Hickok felt a shiver when he spotted the Nuttal & Mann’s Saloon where his ancestor would die.
It was early in the day when they rode into Deadwood
The only people out and about were the blacksmith and the town marshal, “G’mornin’ folks, you’re out and about early. I’m Marshal Will Hutchins.”
“Morning, Marshal,” Mac replied, “We heard there was gold in them hills.”
“There is,” he replied, “If you know where to look. Most don’t—and they don’t stick around long.”
“That’s true enough. We’ve done pretty well already north of here about thirty miles. We’re looking to bank most of it—and gamble-away the rest.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy Hickok added, ironically, “Just so long as we don’t draw aces and eights.”
“You have a marshal’s badge on your carriage?”
“Yup. I’ve done a good bit of marshaling in my time,” Hickok grinned, “And I expect to again when our luck runs out.”
“I know the truth of that statement,” Hutchins agreed, “You folks can find lodging just down the street above the bank.”
“You can stable your horses at my place,” The blacksmith said, “Name’s Farkleberry, and I charge a ten dollars a day.”
“Fair enough. Farkleberry? I know a Farkleberry back in Minnesota.”
“I have a cousin there—in a place called Danger Bay.”
“Small world—that’s where I’m from,” Mac grinned, “A small world indeed.”
To be CONTINUED…