Hidden Heritage 14
Accepting the pouch from his long time friend, Moo
thanked him. "Obliged. What is it?"
"It's called "as-pirin," supplied J.R. "It should
lessen your pain without putting you to sleep."
Moo was intrigued. "I didn't know you were including
medicine in your research."
J.R. looked pleased but embarressed. "Actually I
haven't. This is from an ancient bison recipe. You just
use one pinch every..."
"My my, Marshall Moo! Don't tell me you listen to that
old buffalo lore!?" Bulloney held out the dark bottle
again. "THIS is good for what ails you. Trust me!"
Moo looked at the bottle and who was offering it, then
at J.R. and the pouch, and back to Bulloney.
"Thank you, J.R." Moo decidedly replied, and handed
the pouch to Dakota.
Bulloney sputtered as Dakota accepted the pouch and
poured some still heating water into a cup. A pinch of the
powder and Dakota was stirring the cup as he brought it to
Moo.
With his thanks and a wary look at the contents, Moo
took a sip. "Tastes like drinking chalk." He made a mock
grimace.
Bulloney was the only one not amused as the others
chuckled.
"I find it disturbing that the one most reponsible for
the safety of CowTown would place his trust in buffalo
mumbo-jumbo over that of it's mayor." His tone peeved.
"I'd trust J.R. with my life, Your Honor." Moo's own
tone implied the opposite was true with Bulloney.
You probably just have." was Bulloney's smoothe response.
J.R. chose that moment to cut in. "The Spiritfolk were
very wise, and it was with that wisdom they left us with
many gifts. We have but to use them."
"Oh really?" Bulloney became sarcastic. "Did your
"Spiritfolk", give Moo the pen on his desk, the ring on my
finger? The clothes on all our backs!? I suppose you think
they're responsible for Moo Mesa itself!"
J.R. sharted to speak, but Bulloney waved his hand in a
dismissive gesture.
"No! I don't want to hear it!" His last words were
spoken like an expletitive as he stormed out. "Good Day!"
Cowlorado cheerfully waved him off, singing sweetly,
"Good Riddance...!" He was echoed by Dakota's "Yep."
The next thing anyone knew, they had another visiter.
Accepting the pouch from his long time friend, Moo
thanked him. "Obliged. What is it?"
"It's called "as-pirin," supplied J.R. "It should
lessen your pain without putting you to sleep."
Moo was intrigued. "I didn't know you were including
medicine in your research."
J.R. looked pleased but embarressed. "Actually I
haven't. This is from an ancient bison recipe. You just
use one pinch every..."
"My my, Marshall Moo! Don't tell me you listen to that
old buffalo lore!?" Bulloney held out the dark bottle
again. "THIS is good for what ails you. Trust me!"
Moo looked at the bottle and who was offering it, then
at J.R. and the pouch, and back to Bulloney.
"Thank you, J.R." Moo decidedly replied, and handed
the pouch to Dakota.
Bulloney sputtered as Dakota accepted the pouch and
poured some still heating water into a cup. A pinch of the
powder and Dakota was stirring the cup as he brought it to
Moo.
With his thanks and a wary look at the contents, Moo
took a sip. "Tastes like drinking chalk." He made a mock
grimace.
Bulloney was the only one not amused as the others
chuckled.
"I find it disturbing that the one most reponsible for
the safety of CowTown would place his trust in buffalo
mumbo-jumbo over that of it's mayor." His tone peeved.
"I'd trust J.R. with my life, Your Honor." Moo's own
tone implied the opposite was true with Bulloney.
You probably just have." was Bulloney's smoothe response.
J.R. chose that moment to cut in. "The Spiritfolk were
very wise, and it was with that wisdom they left us with
many gifts. We have but to use them."
"Oh really?" Bulloney became sarcastic. "Did your
"Spiritfolk", give Moo the pen on his desk, the ring on my
finger? The clothes on all our backs!? I suppose you think
they're responsible for Moo Mesa itself!"
J.R. sharted to speak, but Bulloney waved his hand in a
dismissive gesture.
"No! I don't want to hear it!" His last words were
spoken like an expletitive as he stormed out. "Good Day!"
Cowlorado cheerfully waved him off, singing sweetly,
"Good Riddance...!" He was echoed by Dakota's "Yep."
The next thing anyone knew, they had another visiter.