The Rescue Team Arrives

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Posted by She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine on April 15, 2000 at 16:07:46:

That was fine, Dweebie, JEST FINE! I TOLD ye to stash that consarned badge somewheres where it wouldn't interfere with yer shootin', BUT no! There we was, outlyin' in the bushes with a perfect view o' the Huron camp, and there's Miss Marcia sittin' all by herself outside the wigwam right by the edge o' the woods, where it woulda been a clear shot to grab her and run. Hector is all ready to go chargin' in creatin' a DI-version, and all of a sudden BLAM! off goes yer rifle and shoots the feathers offn the head war chief's hair roach, and every warrior in the camp knows right where we're at! Not that that's bad enough, but ye gotta decide to run in the other DI-rection and slam square into a pine tree and fall flat on top o' Hector!

Well, I suppose there's nothin' to be done now but make the best of it and try to figgur a way out. How we're to get out o' here with our limbs tied to these trees like so many trussed pigs waitin' to be roasted fer Sunday dinner is beyond me. Don't cry so, Miss Marcia. Yer weepin' is more than I can bear, though ye must be sufferin' somethin' fierce watchin' the warriors haulin' in all that wood and brush and stackin' it around that black-painted pole in the middle o' the camp. And it didn't help any to see 'em sizin' Hector for a cookin' pot, either. These Hurons must be mighty long out o' venison, iffn they're lookin' to get any nourishment out o' that bag o' skin and bones!

Sure wish I knew what happened to Sheriff Twigg. Seems like he's the only one might could rescue us now, unless Sassy gets wind o' our whereabouts and lets somebody know we're in mortal distress here.

Quit yer groanin', Dweebie. I got no more sympathy fer ye. Ah's me, this is a sorry pickle we're in, yes it is.

Wait a minute! What's that I hear out in the woods? Sartain, that's another party of Hurons comin' in to the camp and announcin' with their whoops and hollers that they've had a successful foray in the forest. Wonder what that's all about?

She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine

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: That was fine, Dweebie, JEST FINE! I TOLD ye to stash that consarned badge somewheres where it wouldn't interfere with yer shootin', BUT no! There we was, outlyin' in the bushes with a perfect view o' the Huron camp, and there's Miss Marcia sittin' all by herself outside the wigwam right by the edge o' the woods, where it woulda been a clear shot to grab her and run. Hector is all ready to go chargin' in creatin' a DI-version, and all of a sudden BLAM! off goes yer rifle and shoots the feathers offn the head war chief's hair roach, and every warrior in the camp knows right where we're at! Not that that's bad enough, but ye gotta decide to run in the other DI-rection and slam square into a pine tree and fall flat on top o' Hector!

: Well, I suppose there's nothin' to be done now but make the best of it and try to figgur a way out. How we're to get out o' here with our limbs tied to these trees like so many trussed pigs waitin' to be roasted fer Sunday dinner is beyond me. Don't cry so, Miss Marcia. Yer weepin' is more than I can bear, though ye must be sufferin' somethin' fierce watchin' the warriors haulin' in all that wood and brush and stackin' it around that black-painted pole in the middle o' the camp. And it didn't help any to see 'em sizin' Hector for a cookin' pot, either. These Hurons must be mighty long out o' venison, iffn they're lookin' to get any nourishment out o' that bag o' skin and bones!

: Sure wish I knew what happened to Sheriff Twigg. Seems like he's the only one might could rescue us now, unless Sassy gets wind o' our whereabouts and lets somebody know we're in mortal distress here.

: Quit yer groanin', Dweebie. I got no more sympathy fer ye. Ah's me, this is a sorry pickle we're in, yes it is.

: Wait a minute! What's that I hear out in the woods? Sartain, that's another party of Hurons comin' in to the camp and announcin' with their whoops and hollers that they've had a successful foray in the forest. Wonder what that's all about?

: She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine

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