Author Archives: Jack Boardman

About Jack Boardman

Just a little bit of a Curmudgeon.

“We need to talk.”

Back to the past Banner Previously: Gunfire erupted from the rocks along the shoreline and one after another of the riders fell.

“I’m up to seven hits,” Chris exclaimed.

“I have eight!” Linda began to reload, “Four misses.”

“Ten out of twelve shots!” Chris shouted as she stopped to exchange cylinders.

“Good!” Linda was already reloading as the remaining riders felt the wrath of a half-dozen wolven warriors followed closely by three small Canine-Knights-of-the-Realm.

Many riders fell from their horses—the majority fled upon their terrified non-sentient horses.

They didn’t get far before the sentient steeds hiding in the woods were upon them—not a single raider survived.

From atop Sezavich’s Smokehouse, Boomer had Almonzo Slater centered in his scope. Continue reading

“… She can be so mysterious.”

Searching for Almonzo BannerPreviously: Soon—Flutters caught up with Big Mac and Boomer…  

“Master says to make all haste to Danger Bay—where you will find Almonzo Slater and as many as 100 of his men.”


“The Brown and White is fine and acquitted herself well in battle. Master says to hurry!”

“We’ll stay on this road, it’s the fastest route to Danger Bay,” Mac turned to Thunderhoof, “Correct?”

“Yes,” his horse Thunderhoof, replied, “Follow me!”

Karl McIntyre didn’t seem surprised by the talking-horse, “So—my horse isn’t the only one.”

THAT surprised both Mac and Boomer.

Lacrosse whinnied, “I am amazed you humans didn’t notice…” Continue reading

“They’re only humans.”

Searching for Almonzo bannerPreviously: And, from out of nowhere, three plucky “Canine-Knights-of-the-Realm-in-service-of-Ringo-Wolvenking” appeared, “Hello PeopleDog Chris.”


“We can’t stop the column completely, there are nearly two-hundred of them,” Daisy bayed, “But we can significantly cut their number.”

“As the wolves attack the middle of column,” Pepper instructed, “Engage the rear of the column.”

“Let’s do it!” Chris grinned as she drew her .44s and began aiming and shooting—Merle and Linda joined-in.

Still—they were horribly outnumbered… Continue reading

“We could sure use the dogs and Flutters…”

Searching for Almonzo BannerPreviously: “I wonder where the marshal of this fair town might be.”

“He is me—still,” Mac laughed, “By my calculations we were here last—a day ago.”

Before they could leave two men wearing marshal’s badges walked into the office, “Sorry we’re late Marshal, the train from Fort Leavenworth broke down in Iowa. Name’s McIntyre, Karl McIntyre, and this fella is my deputy, Lawrence Yatkowsky.”

Boomer looked at both with a rapidly dropping jaw, Mac leaned close and whispered, “My great-grandfather McIntyre, I think.” Continue reading

“Opportunities for a hired gun…”

Searching for Almonzo BannerPreviously: “He didn’t like it much, he was a lumberman,” Boomer quipped, “I think that was about the time his first wife divorced him and married a fellow 20 years younger (that and the fact he was a lumberman are true—the rest is pure fiction). I hope to get the opportunity to meet him.”

“I understand that, Boomer, but I want you with me,” Mac continued, “You and I will go to Moosehead City and get the lay of the land there—I need your guns with me—just in case.”

“What about me?” Flutters asked.

“You and the dog-people take to the woods around Forest City—along the way see if you can hook-up with any sentient wolves and ask them to help.”

Well—GENTLE READER—it appears Mac has set things in motion—whaddaya think? Continue reading

Searching for Almonzo

Searching BannerPreviously: Meanwhile—on Historic Highway 61—not far from PawZ… Dr. James Red Cloud over the months since his colleague, Dr. Sandra Peterson adopted her, had come to love 12-year-old Mandy Peterson as family.

Mandy was a natural with animals—and a quick learner. She was interested in Ojibwe traditions and history. In particular, ‘though, field craft—the ability to pass through the forests and prairie without leaving a trail—and to follow a trail left by others—and she was good at it.

So when Mandy learned of the search for clues in the murder of Kiwi Silverthorn she wanted to help, “Please Uncle Jimmy, we need to search with the Beagle Brigade—PLEASE UNCLE JIMMY—PLEASE!”

“Let’s check with your mom.”

Sandra was not sure at first if this was a such a good idea—realizing how good Kiwi had treated them when they first arrived, AND how determined her daughter was—she agreed.

Red Cloud, Mandy, and the “Beagle Brigade” had been searching in the heavy rain for less than an hour when…


The Beagles and Sunshine found something! Continue reading

Slater shot Kiwi dead

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: Kiwi heard him the first time and the hidden security camera informed her who was knocking. She was in no hurry to go to the door. She would—eventually.

Slater decided no one was there—so he did what any visitor would do when no one is home—he turned the doorknob and surprised that the door wasn’t locked—he opened the door. Continue reading

Of COURSE! Boomer has friends living here!

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: Meanwhile—in the assistant-manager’s office… BIA Agent Pete Gasson met with Marshal Silverthorn, “You’re looking a bit—how shall I say it—disheveled—Pete?” Marshal Silverthorn grinned at his old friend.

“Our fugitive kicked-up a little dust making his escape from us in Stanleyville.”

“Your ‘fugitive’ is not wanted for anything on this reservation and Stanleyville is part of the Eagle Point Band of Ojibwe Reservation.”

“According to FBI Special Agent Slater this Boomer fellow is wanted for multiple murders.”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Silverthorn replied, “He was operating under FBI supervision, and gave a statement. Afterwards he was free to go. Are you by any chance, working at the request of FBI agent Slater?”


“My orders to you, as your superior officer, are to separate from Slater, and leave this reservation—with no harm done—while you can.”

“Point taken, Hiram—may I come back later for a beer?”

“Certainly—bring your lovely wife as well. It’s been too long.”
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“How do you feel about time travel?”

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: “You three here to gamble?” Hiram, Jr. quipped with a wide smile.

“No Hy, we’re not,” Boomer replied, “It seems FBI Special Agent Dom Slater REALLY wants to pay us back for, as he called it, ‘skating,’ after the shoot-out in Stanleyville—and he’s involved the Bureau of Indian Affairs.”

“There were four of them, People-Dog Hiram,” Daisy added, “And we covered them with dust when we escaped!”

“Dom Slater is trouble,” Black Cloud frowned, “He’s quite vindictive and not one to cross. Precisely why I like dealing with him.”

“The problem will be with the BIA,” Hy concluded, “They don’t much like our way of doing things here.” Continue reading

On the lam?

Silverthorn's BannerPreviously: “There’s no way that Charger could keep-up with Strider,” Daisy was hoping for a thrilling ride—she had a “need for speed!”

“It can’t, but—I need to know what’s ahead, first.”

They had continued down (now) Moosehead County Road 62 for several miles when Flutters reported, “Roadblock three miles ahead in Miller’s Junction!”

“Thanks, Birdbrain, any way around it?”

“Yes O’Dog of Brown & White, If your human can drive through the gas station.”

“Thank you, Flutters,” Boomer laughed, “I’ll make that decision when we get there.”

Boomer continued to drive the speed limit until reaching the town when he slowed to a stop.

“What do you think, Daisy—can we fit?”

“Nope.” Continue reading