The Night Of the Misgivings
It was kinda strange Dr. Loveless had gone missing once again.
Once the cave had blown up by the hands of James West and Artemus Gordon. It would be getting to much for the agents to handle with the likes of the doctor any way.
Colonel Richmond reading over the dispatch for the final time, while taking off his cap, placing it on the side of his desk in his office. Grumbling to himself once again. After kicking out his aid from his frustration.
He would be in need of a break anyway. Before heading off to the commissary across the ways. And meeting up with a few of his long time friends for when he was in the war.
But first things first. He wrote a note for himself. Reminding him to discuss the last dispatch with other agents and friends. Wanting to hear their theory on the recent actions of those of agents James West and Artemus Gordon.
"You can't be doing this colonel." Andrew replied to his friend Colonel James Richmond. Said in frustration. He might have been talking to a brick wall for all the response he was getting.
Richmond ignored him, turned away to face the door of the commissary.
"And tell me why not Andrew?" He asked.
"For once in your life James. Won't you listen to me." Though he never listened. "You can't be sending West and Gordon back to Deadwood and for what?; Just because your having misgivings about their true alliance to the Secret Service after all this time."
Feeling helpless in regard to his decision. "No, I am in need of finding Dr. Loveless for the final last time. If it kills me." He pauses only slightly before taking a deep breath. Along with taking his supplies choosing a new rifle, his hand squeezing the barrel of one and then another. As if making sure they wouldn't collapse under the pressure.
"James, I don't know about you. Your going to need to relax or your going to explode from the stress of being in charge. Why don't you come back this evening to my home to have dinner. With me and my wife Jenna?"
"No thanks Andrew. I have work that needs to be done. Before I decide to send the message to the Wanderer. They are not going to like it one bit." He hesitated before taking his hat, rifle and supplies over to his horse waiting outside the post.
Walking outside. He looks up into the sky with the sun over head blazing away for the afternoon for August.