“OOOOO-RA!”

PREVIOUSLY: “Any sign of Erik O’Hara since last you were here?”

“No, Janelle,” Mac replied, “But, we’ve had plenty of contact with folks we believe he hired.”

“I believe they now eat at the Lakeview Café—at least that’s what I’ve heard from a friend who works there.”

“Don’t tell her we’re here in town,” Mac instructed, “We’re not ready to surprise them yet.”

The Posse™ knew they could trust every member of the Silverthorn family with their lives—they were, after all—the first family to become their friends… in the 19^th, 20^th & 21^st Centuries.

Episode 6—Scene 3… Hopkins flew past Fordham Engineering (the Posse HQ™) … Several times.

Thanks to Cu-Cu—he never found any evidence that it had anything to do with the (so-called Posse™).

He was certain that it was the correct location—but after finding no evidence that it was not what it appeared to be—he finally concluded that it was a fool’s errand and gave-up.

(Still—Gentle Reader—Hopkins is the most dangerous enemy the Posse™ has faced so-far.)

Season 18—Adventure 4—Starting Over—Episode 7—Scene 1… At the Militia Base-Camp…

Captain Hopkins decided to take-over Davenport’s operation, “Gentlemen—it’s time to move-out!”

“Gentlemen—it’s time to move-out!”

“OOOOO-RA!” his men replied, as they prepared to mount-up.

“Mount-UP!” Sergeant Hank Meadows ordered, “Let’s roll!”

Captain Hopkins and Staff Sergeant Wilson Jones rode together in the lead 3/4Ton, “We know, thanks to this O’Hara, where Davenport is supposed to be hiding—let’s hope he’s there.”

“I’ll settle for that worm, O’Hara.”

“Yes—that would cripple Davenport,” Wilson replied, “But still.”

“Agreed,” Hopkins sighed, “We need to take our time and be patient to succeed.”

“What about the Posse?”

“They are another story,” He replied, “They’re a dangerous bunch.”

“I understand they include a former Sergeant-Major who made a name for himself in ‘Nam.”

“Precisely my point,” Hopkins replied, “He is a legend in the Army Special Forces.”

“He’s must be pretty-old by now.”

“That may be our only hope.”

“What of the others?” Wilson asked.

“I’ve done some research—there’s a direct descendant of Wyatt Earp among them,” Hopkins replied, “Whose gun-handling is as fine as his ancestors’ was reputed to be.”

“Wow!”

“They all are accomplished gun-handlers—there is one—I believe goes by ‘Boomer,’ who favors a Remington .44.”

“That seems a bit foolish,” Jones observed, “Why?”

“Because what he lacks in speed—is balanced by his accuracy.”

“No matter against a submachine gun.”

“Perhaps.”

Meanwhile—at the Posse HQ™…

Our story will be Continued…