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Previously: “You’d better get on the road—Angus is waiting for you.” Daisy, Boomer and Larry, followed by Flutters [who decided to fly his own route, mumbling something about “big blue mountains.” It would be some time before they again saw … Continue reading →

Previously: Daisy’s tail stopped wagging, “And you, Alpha-Jack?” Her tail quickly began wagging when Boomer smiled, “I’m already proud of you, little one, always. That must have been difficult getting here before the strangers.” “Barely,” She bayed, “Just barely.” “Daisy … Continue reading →

Previously: After separating from Erik, Boomer suggested to Pal that he show him just how fast he could run—and Pal was delighted to show him. In a remarkably short time they entered Moosehead City, and unless Boomer missed his guess, … Continue reading →

Previously: “The Master told me of this as written in his epic addendum to the guilt-edged leather-bound…” Lucky began to hiss, “Enough bird! Daisy has been honored with a K-9 Deputy US Marshal’s badge! And right now I’m very hungry—hungry … Continue reading →

Previously: Ma Simpson didn’t like where this conversation was heading, “Adelbert had nothing to do with that, but he knew he’d be blamed, Marshal Carl, that’s why he ran off.” Big Mac looked beyond Ma towards Abel, and without a … Continue reading →

Previously: “On my way, Daisy thanks,” Larry said as he headed for the door. He stopped by Daisy and bent down, removed her kerchief and attached something to her collar, “You’ve earned this!” Mac ambled down to the Dancehall, his … Continue reading →

Previously: Daisy told Mac of Boomer, Erik and her chance meeting with two men looking for (the late) Adelbert Samuel Simpson and although they didn’t admit it, Boomer believed they were some of his gang. She told of how their … Continue reading →

Previously: “Sure, just go back the way you came and when you get to the tee turn right, follow that trail until you come to another tee, and turn left. You’ll then be about five miles out from Moosehead City.” … Continue reading →

Previously: Samuel Binkley was doing the same; he noticed the friendly look on the fella on the mule and the scabbarded Sharps Carbine out of easy reach. The other fella was of greater concern; first, he was wearing a badge, … Continue reading →

Previously: “Do you generally make rounds this far out of the village?” Erik asked as they rode on the new road along Devil Track Lake. “Once a day, Erik. New homesteads along this road seem to pop-up overnight, it seems. … Continue reading →