Previously: Those nine were survivors—in fact they wanted no part of the gunfight and as the trash-talk started, they edged their way towards escape.
After the gunfight, they approached MacLeish, “We’d like to join you fellas.”
“You’re the fellas who left?” Carlson asked.
“Yup,” Clem Todd replied, “We came here to do a job, not to get into a fight with people over nothing.”
“Welcome aboard, gentlemen,” MacLeish grinned, “We’re gonna need your guns.”
There were now eighteen accomplished gunfighters awaiting Sarah Cooper and company.
Season 14—Adventure 6—PIONEER DANGER BAY—Episode 9—Scene 1… On the road to Moosehead City… Flutters reported what they found—and it wasn’t good news, “Master says you’ll be facing eighteen very experienced and skilled gunfighters.”
“Based upon—what, exactly?” Chris asked.
“Based upon—what, exactly?”
“I watched a gunfight through the saloon window,” Flutters replied, dropping the “Master says” modifier, “There were eighteen facing nine. Nine blowhards died at the hands of nine extremely proficient gunfighters. Nine others escaped the gunfight through the back door. They ultimately teamed-up with the gunfight winners. You’ll be facing eighteen very skilled men.”
“We are eight,” James Butler Hickok cracked, “Seems like a fair fight to me.”
“It would seem to me,” Linda laughed at Hickok, “We should find a way to even the odds, a little.”
“There’s a graveyard,” Flutters squawked.
“Are you implying something, bird-breath?”
“Not at all—the graveyard has granite headstones.”
Episode 9—Scene 2… Danger Bay Blufftown… Mac, Boomer James and his riders left their position behind the railroad tracks and carefully made their way to the far side of hill under the telegraph lines—where they could see the gunfighters on Main Street.
“We are clearly outnumbered,” Mac observed, “Twenty-one to nine.”
“Twenty-one to nine.”
“Ya THINK?” Boomer quipped.
“We must play to our advantage—we have long guns, they do not.”
“So says James,” Boomer replied, laughing, “Who carries a single shot Kentucky Long-Rifle!”
“I don’t see townspeople,” Mac observed.
Daisy, who had been scouting the town—trotted up, “I need a gun—I have a score to settle in town!”
“What are you talking about—a score?” Boomer asked.
“One of them shot at me!” She snarled.
Boomer un-holstered one of his Remington .44s, “Here—go settle the score.”
“CRAP!” she snorted, “No opposable digits!”
“Where are the townspeople?”
“They’ve all left,” She replied, “I heard they were heading for Silverthorn’s store for shelter.”