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Monthly Archives: August 2019
Buttons, one of several sentient dog, cats, and other “sentient” creatures have been a staple of this blog since it was first created. We have lost several over the years: Tiger Lily (cat), Mattie, Kai Braveheart, Beagles: Cleo, Coco, & … Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: “Greetings, folks,” the man—wearing a deputy US Marshal’s badge, said, “I’m Wyatt Barry Stapp Earp and I’ve been sent here to assist you in protecting a mister Simpson.” “Pleased to meet you, Great-Great-Great-Grandfather.” “Excuse me, sir” Earp replied, “How … Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: “We must rest our horses,” Missy said, “We’ll proceed at the walk along this road.” “Agreed,” Sarah replied, “We’ll give the horses an hour’s rest before we head-out.” “That’s a good idea,” Eleanor Thomas replied. Ralph Halvorson was outside … Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: Chris Earp, Boomer, and Morgan Earp were the only Posse-members there—the others were out and about providing security for Simpson and O’Hara. Chris opened the door, carefully and there stood a tall man, “How-do, ma’am, I’m Deputy US Marshal … Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: “Cujo?” Chris Earp asked—and she appeared. “What may I do for you—Chris?” “Take Morgan to 21st Century Danger Bay—he doesn’t believe me that we time-travel.” They disappeared—and seconds later reappeared.
PREVIOUSLY: Carter couldn’t believe his good luck—too bad his joy was short-lived—as both men drew-down. Carter died still not believing his good luck. As did all the gang-members present—they foolishly went for their guns.
PREVIOUSLY: Episode 5—Scene 2… On the road overlooking Lake Superior… James Jones & Tim Smith were riding patrol with orders to engage anyone they suspected as Posse members. This might not work-out well for them.
PREVIOUSLY: “That’s probably because I’ve never been in here before,” the stranger (Boomer) replied, “I’m a peddler out of Grand Marais.” “Oh?” he asked, “What do you sell?” “Garments,” Boomer replied, “Women’s clothing—interested?” “Um… no.” “Give you a helluva deal.”
PREVIOUSLY: Boomer didn’t yell—but like Chris waited patiently. “Okay, Boomer—now I too am losing my patience.” “Here they come,” Boomer said, “Let’s welcome them.”
PREVIOUSLY: “The sleeping area is upstairs,” Chris explained, “The steps are outside.” “This looks comfortable,” O’Hara observed, “Are we restricted to the cabin?” “For now, Mr. O’Hara,” Boomer replied, “Until we’re sure it’s safe for you to leave.”