In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #918):

Seeing Weasel has nothing clever to say, Travis pulls the pistol out of his mouth.

Very calmly...

You're a lying, back shooting, horse thief. Any man we're riding with could kill you and the sheriff will simply report that justice was done.

I hope that charade will keep Cole from killing him.  Not that I care if he's dead, I just don't want it on Cole's head.   

He looks to JEB as he returns to Horse.  He shares a small grin and a quick wink.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg #915):

Jake was surprised to hear the Professor explain to him that farmacology had to do with the preparation of medicines, pills and tonics. That don't make a helluva lot of sense. Why wouldn't somethin' called farmacology have to do with farmin'? However, the younger man was clearly quite learned, and Jake was not inclined to argue with him.

The Texan chuckled at the Professor's announcement that he had come out West to experience what he had been studying. "It occurs to me, Perfesser, that that's one o' them things where a man's gotta be a mite careful as to what he wishes for, lest he get it."
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #920):

Time to move on.  Ayasha needs us.

JEB if you will take responsibility for this one, I'd appreciate it.  If you think he can help we'll keep him.  If not you'll need to return him to Ft Griffith.

Cole, We'll need to return to the camp at best speed.  By that I mean the fastest we can get back without injuring any horses.  I'd appreciate it if you gave Horse a once over before we leave.   If we can't move then we need to get the professor, Jack  and Jake over here.  Let me know and I'll take care of that if it comes to it.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #922):

"Fort Griffin," says the Weasel, correcting Travis Sunday. "We call it The Flat."

Apparently, when there is no gun acting as a depressor, the man just can't hold his tongue.
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In reply to Vickers (msg #923):

Thank you.  I'll keep that in mind Mr. Vickers.

Gentleman. Thoughts?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #922):

Nodding towards Travis, Cole moves off to inspect both Horse and Diablo.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #924):

The horses are played out. We should walk 'em back, I reckon. I'm no doc, however. So, can't say for sure if Ayasha has that kind of time. But, I gotta say, lame horses won't get us back any faster.

Anyway, it is still the middle of the night. We should get back well before the morning. Let's see what Jake and the professor say, when we get back to camp.

With luck we won't have lost much time. Just a little bit of sleep, is all.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #922):

"I think it's pretty clear we walk the horses back to camp, regroup and continue on in the mornin'. I'll keep an eye on Vickers."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #927):

Let's go gentleman.  Anyone remember the way?

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg #921):

ENS shares Jake's chuckle Truer words have never been spoken!

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #928):

Cole looks back the way they came.

Reckon, that away. JEB?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #930):

Yep, reckon it's thataway.

JEB leads the group back to camp.

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JEB leads the group back to the night's camp.

As they approach, Jake Richardson catches a glimpse of horses, being walked. It takes him a few moments, but he recognizes Ghost.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #932):

Hello in the camp.  Travis calls as they approach.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #933):

"Come on in!" Jake responded to Travis's hail. "We're right glad to see y'all."

"Must've been a tough chase," he muttered to the Professor. "They're walkin' the horses back in."

The Texan's expression brightened when he recognized Ghost, and he walked out to meet the returning group.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg #934):

Hello gentlemen!

ENS gets up and lets Jack go to his master I'll let Cole know that he should keep Jack off the wrappings later...

ENS follows Jake towards the men.

Cole walks Ghost and Bess, directly towards Jake.

You got some horse here, Jake. Damn near outran all of us. If it wasn't for Travis,  that horse thief might have gotten away. But, Horse got a bit of fire in the belly, too.

Cole then hurriedly hands the reins over to Jake, a look of concern clearly on his face.

Where's Jack?

He immediately scans the area looking for his dog.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #936):

Jake I'm sorry about Ghost.  I didn't know those two enough to trust em with a watch, but I didn't think they'd try anything as long as we didn't give them a chance.  I thought they'd they pocket the money and guide us to the camp.

Let me know what, if anything, I can do to make this right.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #937):

Jake nodded at Cole's assessment of Ghost. "He's a good 'un all right. Glad that y'all were able to catch up with him, though. I'd surely hate to of had him stole out from under me."

The Texan's expression softened when Cole asked after Jack. "He's here in camp. Got shot in the right hindmost leg, but it don't seem too bad, leastways not to me. The Perfesser's been tendin' to him, an' can tell you all about it."

Jake grimaced when Travis started talking about Ghost. "How bad's he hurt?" he asked as he walked over to make a closer examination of the horse.
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In reply to Jake Richardson (msg #938):

ENS comes up on the men; hearing Jake's statement, he turns to Cole.

It was not very serious, but you should try and keep the wrapping on until tomorrow.

ENS looks around at the men.

Are any of you injured? I see Mr. Vickers has survived.

The first smell to reach Randy's nose is that of coffee.  It's morning and that cue
sends him to the dining room; after he washes his face of course.

The pugilist is stiff from lack of sleep, but his friends never knew him to be too unwell to eat.  He orders the day's special, as well as a little extra.  To the server, he says proudly, "You can charge this here meal to the tab of my good pal, Travis Sunday."  Furthermore, Randy asks for some biscuits and another, bigger cup of coffee to take back up to the room, "please?"

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg #938):

Cole spares a moment from finding his dog to return his gaze to Jake.

That there horse thief abused Ghost, fairly bad. But, I gotta admit, seems he stopped before any permanent damage was done. My guess is he figured he was going to get caught, so he best not be caught having made Ghost lame, too. It would surely go worse for him if that happened.

Cole hands the reins to Jake, and walls off to find Jack.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg #939):

As Cole moves off to find Jack, he glances at the professor.

Professor, you did me and Jack a kindness looking after him like you did. Much obliged. When we get back to town, I'd like to buy you a drink.

Cole then continues on his way to Jack. Upon finding him, he surveys his injuries and stays to tend to his dog.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #932):

JEB unsaddles Diablo and takes some time to groom him. When finished JEB sits on a nearby rock with the Spencer across his lap. He announces to the group, "it was my watch about now, you'all get some rest. Vickers, come sit beside me so I can make sure you dont run off again."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #943):

Cole looks up from tending to Jack, and with a grim look on his face, turns to JEB.

What do you want to do with the body? Have the horse thief bury his partner? Or take it back to town for the law to deal with? Personally, I don't cotton much to hauling the body around while we look for these Indians. So, I say let his boy bury him.

Either way, i'm definitely not interested in sleeping near a dead body. So, we need to do something with it.

Cole then returns his attention to Jack.