PREVIOUSLY: “This fella’s good people, Herbie,” Mick replied, “He’s my boss, and told him this is the place to for that kind of help. He’s the boss of the Crusaders for Christ—goin’ against them commies who want to take away our 2nd Amendment rights.”
“Well—GOOD!” Herbie replied, “I got just the fellas who can do the job!”
Four men came out of the “men’s room (a hidden door inside leads to a ready-room of sorts)—all carrying sub-machine-guns!
Episode 5—Scene 2… Lake Nipigon Tribal Council Hall… “So,” Medlar said—grinning ear to out-sized ear, “You say there’s good fishing on Lake Nipigon?”
“Yes,” Running-Deer grinned, “And, as I said, a fantastic boat to take you out on your search for the good fishing. I just won’t tell you where that is.”
“No need, Running-Deer,” Hiram rejoined, “Lar has a nose for fish—why else would we take vacations together?”
“Because your wives don’t like fishing?”
Season 15—Adventure 3—NIPIGON—Episode 6—Scene 1… On Lake Nipigon… “And we’re off to catch a boatload, right, Lar?”
“Yer darn-tootin’ we are,” Farkleberry replied, “I reckon that this time of day, the fish will be gathering on the far side of the lake.”
The boat wasn’t a speedboat—but the lake was large enough to stir-up some respectable waves—and this boat could handle anything Nipigon could dish out.
Conversation lapsed as they motored across the lake—each man in his own thoughts. There were few other boats on the lake, something, that if they noticed, would be relegated to the “it’s not the weekend” explanation.
They didn’t notice.
Farkleberry found what believed was just the right cove. Soon they were anchored and ready to fish.
Farkleberry found what believed was just the right cove.
As it worked-out—it was the right cove.
Episode 6—Scene 2… Lake Nipigon Tribal Council Hall… “Where are they?”
“Excuse me,” Running-Deer replied, “I have no idea who you are so rudely asking about.”
“Silverthorn & Farkleberry—both are fugitives from the wrath of the Lord-Almighty!”
“Okay—SIR!” Running Deer exclaimed—her patience gone, “It is time for you to leave this reservation—boys?”
“Yes, my Chief,” James White-Eagle grinned, “Our pleasure!”
The twins quickly and, might I add, with no concern for possible injuries that might be inflicted on these two servants of the “Lord-Almighty” roughly threw them out of the hall, “You two ’gentlemen’ are hereby banished from our reservation—for life.”
After they left—the devout Running-Deer looked up towards the ceiling, “I’m sorry, Lord—I haven’t the patience of Job.”