Hidden Heritage 10
As soon as the trail widened, Dakota brought his horse up
to Moo's side as they continued to ride.
"You ain't foolin' me, Moo. You don't care where the
Masked Bull's gone off to so much as where he ain't."
The bovine marshall directed a shartled glance at his
deputy counterpart, then briefly looked ahead as he
digested his friend's words. Coming easily enough to a
conclusion, he laughed at himself.
"You're right Dakota. There's good folks out here.
Folks that've meant a powerful lot to me, and making CowTown
safe from Terrorbull has made it harder to keep an eye on
him."
"Well, maybe you should let him come back to CowTown."
This came from Cowlorado as he came up to Moo's other side.
"Mebbe..." That from Dakota.
Moo appeared to deeply consider. "Well... it WOULD be
easier..."
"Yep..."
"Uh-huh..."
There was a moment's pause with nothing but the sound of
the horse's hooves before all three boomed their response.
"NOOOPE!!"
The horses whinnied briefly as their riders laughed in
easy companionship, a laugh that lasted til Dakota noticed
something about the tracks they were following.
"Uh-oh. Looks like they split in three directions here."
Boothill and Shaddlesore with one each."
Moo and Cowlorado watched Dakota point out the respective
directions as he spoke. "The Masked Bull and that other
feller are still goin' straight ahead."
Moo's decision was one the other two had already guessed.
"All right then. Dakota, you follow Boothill. Kid, you
keep an eye on Shaddlesore. We meet back here at sundown."
Moo's voice grew grim. "The Masked Bull and whoever his
friend is are mine."
Without further adieu they had parted company, and
another hour found Moo watching a campsite from behind a
bush on a ledge that wound around a small mountain; with his
horse Cyclone safely hidden about twenty feet behind him.
The ledge was high and gave a good view of the camp below,
but in the few minutes he was watching there had been no
sign of anyone or anything having to do with the Masked
Bull.
Suddenly there was an explosion above him on his left,
and Moo realized he'd fallen into a trap.
As soon as the trail widened, Dakota brought his horse up
to Moo's side as they continued to ride.
"You ain't foolin' me, Moo. You don't care where the
Masked Bull's gone off to so much as where he ain't."
The bovine marshall directed a shartled glance at his
deputy counterpart, then briefly looked ahead as he
digested his friend's words. Coming easily enough to a
conclusion, he laughed at himself.
"You're right Dakota. There's good folks out here.
Folks that've meant a powerful lot to me, and making CowTown
safe from Terrorbull has made it harder to keep an eye on
him."
"Well, maybe you should let him come back to CowTown."
This came from Cowlorado as he came up to Moo's other side.
"Mebbe..." That from Dakota.
Moo appeared to deeply consider. "Well... it WOULD be
easier..."
"Yep..."
"Uh-huh..."
There was a moment's pause with nothing but the sound of
the horse's hooves before all three boomed their response.
"NOOOPE!!"
The horses whinnied briefly as their riders laughed in
easy companionship, a laugh that lasted til Dakota noticed
something about the tracks they were following.
"Uh-oh. Looks like they split in three directions here."
Boothill and Shaddlesore with one each."
Moo and Cowlorado watched Dakota point out the respective
directions as he spoke. "The Masked Bull and that other
feller are still goin' straight ahead."
Moo's decision was one the other two had already guessed.
"All right then. Dakota, you follow Boothill. Kid, you
keep an eye on Shaddlesore. We meet back here at sundown."
Moo's voice grew grim. "The Masked Bull and whoever his
friend is are mine."
Without further adieu they had parted company, and
another hour found Moo watching a campsite from behind a
bush on a ledge that wound around a small mountain; with his
horse Cyclone safely hidden about twenty feet behind him.
The ledge was high and gave a good view of the camp below,
but in the few minutes he was watching there had been no
sign of anyone or anything having to do with the Masked
Bull.
Suddenly there was an explosion above him on his left,
and Moo realized he'd fallen into a trap.