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PostSubject: June 17 - Canada   Thu Jun 01, 2017 10:55 am

Hello there to you all

A little personal touch this month with the Challenge...

I invite you - and possibly the boys - to


- land of mounties and mountains - and possibly safety from Sherriffs, who knows?

Because, in a fortnight I will be there hiking in the Canadian Rockies Wheeeeeeeeee wolf wolf wolf

I will, of course, wave to you over the border.
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PostSubject: Re: June 17 - Canada   Wed Jun 07, 2017 1:40 pm

If anyone needs a bunny hop to get going.... I was watching a Roger episode, "The Clementine Ingredient," with my daughter "gunslinger" this afternoon. At the end Heyes tells Kid that they should rob the Denver bank to get the photo back from Clem, and Kid refuses and says that he'll be in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.

So there you go! Canada! I had no idea Canada figured in ANY of the episodes! Wiki has an interesting article on it-it was settled in 1882, on a railroad, so it fits.

Edit: I thought about putting this in the "dead bunnies" section, but since it's specific to Canada, I thought here might be better. But admin, move if you wish!
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PostSubject: Re: June 17 - Canada   Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:42 am

That is a great thought Cac...

I am loving the name Moose Jaw
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PostSubject: Re: June 17 - Canada   Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:09 am

Yeah, and the people who live there are called "Moose Javians" !!!
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PostSubject: Re: June 17 - Canada   Mon Jun 12, 2017 10:10 pm

A memory fragment, something to muse on during long rides....

He stood by the window, stretching his arms behind him, flexing his muscles as he stretched in the morning’s light. He grinned to himself, knowing she was watching appreciatively, feeling that surge of pleasure and energy that accompanied his charisma and competence. Reminded him a bit of his fast-draw. What’s funny is that Heyes is the one who would grin outwardly while he, internally just as confident, also had to weigh the consequences, and thus did not feel the pleasure at the draw but only at the ease.

Her name was Canada, and it was one of the things he liked about her.

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PostSubject: Re: June 17 - Canada   Fri Jun 16, 2017 8:37 am

Destiny keeps turning for the I move into month ten. I will say this one is a bit different and I hope it has that ramped up edgy feel you can get from some various authors.

“This really isn’t necessary.”

Looking over, Howard MacKeefe unveiled a toothy smile and snapped the shackle closed, “As I stated, I am keeping you right close ‘till you pay off.”

“Didn’t think you meant... I got to be your bedroll pal each night.” Heyes grumped, edging as far from Howard as the chain connecting them would allow.

“If I did otherwise, the pair of you would take off north, so fast…well, you might overshoot Wyoming and not pull up ‘till you was standing in Canada.”

Tucking an arm under his head, Heyes’ dark eyes went to Curry, who was once more being roped to a tree and forced to sleep upright. His expression vividly detailing how wearisome, he was of such arrangements.

Like past mornings, dawn arrived bright and clear, and when Heyes sat up, he swept a hand across the brittle, dry ground. His gaze shifting to the orange ball rising from the tall grass, he thought, ‘no dew, it’s fixing to be one hellishly hot day.’

Climbing aboard their horses; he and Curry caught one another’s eyes and the look they passed, reaffirmed, as it did every day, ‘whatever move you make, I will back you.’

They were traveling the same route Kid Curry had planned for them, although the shaded trails along the Arkansas River had faded away to the windswept, stoic beauty of the plains. Not that they had been noticing any of it, the only thoughts in their minds were schemes for escape.

Difficulty was each morning their hands were tied behind their backs and their horses ponied to another mount. Furthermore, they were not even allowed to ride alongside one another. No, Howard had them well in hand and thusly, they had not been able to share more than a few words, this past week, and none of those private.

The summer heat rose with the sun and the group plodded on in silence. Howard’s gang was tired of each other’s company and Heyes, simply was not allowed to talk; a full day’s cycle wearing a gag had convinced him of the seriousness of this maxim.

It was not even noon yet, and the horses were sweating as wetly as the men upon them. When they topped a long rise from the basin, they had been riding across, there was a jewel blue band blanketing the far horizon.

“What you think, Boss?” Barton asked, his eyes traveling across the darkening, stripe.

“Do not be worrying any; it is a good ways off.” Howard replied with strong certainty.

Having been born to the plains, Heyes and Curry both knew, the storm was not as far off as Howard wanted the others to believe. They looked left and right, doing so in perfect unison and other than the rolling, waving grass there was nothing man or nature made in sight.

Frowning, Heyes noticed Curry, up ahead of him, shift in his saddle, and drive his boots tighter in his stirrups and agreeing with him, he did the same.

The seven of them rode on, the deep band had changed for now there were patches of brilliant turquoise green, and the top looked like the foaming waves on a moonlit sea.

Walter coughed, it sounded loud as a train whistle in the silence, clearing his throat, he declared, “That storm starts movin’ this here way, I ain’t stayin’ in my saddle to be fried by lightning.”  

Howard MacKeefe’s head turned like a snake to his pock-faced gang member, “You will do as you are told or you will forfeit your share.”

Walter twisted his reins, grumbled under his breath, and hipped his speckled mare into a trot, taking them both away from MacKeefe’s fierce glare. His mare happened to be the one ponying Heyes’ sorrel and Walter’s dodge of his leader, brought him up alongside Curry. Even from the corner of his eye, Heyes could read the tension in his partner. They had faced a fair share of severe storms over the years, yet, nowhere did one compare to the unfettered ferocity of a plains blowup.

The horses were huffing in the heat, their hooves slipping here and there on the tall, buffalo grass and as the slope became steeper, the men leaned forward in their saddles, shifting their weight to help their mounts. Cresting the top, a rush of icy, wind hit them, splaying out the horses manes and whipping the grass like it might uproot it.

Gooseflesh spread across Heyes’ body and checking Curry, he saw his face was fixed like stone. Where others might think, he was being stoic about it all; Heyes knew better. He knew his partner had the same all-overish feeling crawling along his sweat soaked skin, too.

The rolling moonlight sea of clouds was building, boiling, rising, becoming a towering formation, massive enough for the Gods of this land to take note. Sensing the impending wrath in the dark blackness ahead of them, the horses whickered, their ears flicking back and forth, as they twitched and hopped beneath their saddles.

Another gust spun Howard’s fancy bowler from his head. Heyes watched it jump and flip from sight, but then he noted how the grass it skittered away on was completely flat. Shifting to see all around, he confirmed he was right. The grass about them was being smashed down and tilting his head to peer up at the heavens, he swallowed hard at the spinning clouds above them, an “Oh, hell!” bursting from him like a pent up breath.

Curry too was taking in their situation, but much darker curses were slipping from him.

As they did this, the sky exploded, blinding forks of light branched out in great arcs and the clouds began to churn faster. Then a bolt struck, so big and loud, it was like a finger of God blinding and shaking the group down to their bones.  

The horses came unglued and taking a death grip of his saddle’s cantle, Heyes slammed his heels down. His muscled sorrel took out, ripping free of Walter’s twisting, snorting mare. The smell of charred flesh swept past Heyes and the thunder rolled, but he was running and free.

Seeing him so, Curry encouraged his bay to follow. The wound-up gelding needed little encouragement, he was scared, and his trailmate was leaving him. In a bunched leap, he bolted, dragging the smaller bay he was tied to, until the rope snapped.

Another blast of lightning struck and Heyes yelped, shrinking tight to his horse. Yet, when Curry’s bay nosed up, so their horses were running neck and neck, a smile burst free. Chancing a look over, wanting to share this brief joy, he found his cousin’s face painted with utter and absolute terror. Not bothering to look, he pounded his heels mercilessly against his gelding’s sides.

The clouds had moved beyond churning, having succeeded in spinning out a fully formed funnel. It howled like the darkest, nightmare beast, pulling, sucking, devouring all it could reach.

When that first bolt blasted Howard from his saddle, a jolt of fear had raced through Heyes; fear that one of them might be next. But this twister behind them, it was teaching him fear of the likes he did not know existed. For the very blood pumping in his veins had become imbued with burning, numbing fear.  

Curry’s blue eyes caught sight of his cousin’s waxy pale face. His cousin, who got them out of difficulties, his cousin who had protected him since they were young, and all he could see, was cold sweat terror. He recognized the look because he felt the same way…it was wrapped tight about his heart. Then some corner of his mind, recalled the prayers his Mother would say over him each night, her words of protection and devotion. He could not recall the last time he had said them himself, and wondered if that might have been a mistake on his behalf…on both their behalfs.

Wichita Red, "I'm not really a rebel, but I take chances. I have a good time, and I live life the way I want to live it."  
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PostSubject: Re: June 17 - Canada   Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:05 pm

The sun beat down on the backs of the two riders skirting the edge of the mesa.  There were sandstone arches and pillars in the distance, but no shade.  It was still early in the day, but the temperature was already rising to unpleasant levels.   Even the wind was hot.

Their hats were pulled low over their eyes, to lessen the reflection of the sun.  Even this early, it was intense.

“Heyes, tell me again why we are out here in this heat?”

“Kid, it’s gonna get a lot warmer before the day’s over.”

“My point exactly.  Isn’t it still almost ten miles to Coyote Gulch, where we’re supposed to meet up with Wheat and Kyle?”

“Yeah, and we’re late already, what with tryin’ to lose that posse.”

“So we’re ridin’ during this heat just to keep Wheat and Kyle from waitin’?”

“No, Kid.  We’re ridin’ during the day because the posse won’t be.”

“You certain about that?”

There was silence for a moment, just the sound of the dust swirling around the rocks, and whistling among the sandstone canyons off in the distance.

The Kid looked over at his partner of many years.  “Heyes?”

“No, Kid, I’m not certain, but it’s the best plan I have at the moment.”  Heyes sighed.  “That miscalculation at the bank has thrown everything off.”

The dust swirled around the horses’ hooves, but they were also tired, so it didn’t spook them.

“Okay, Heyes.”  The Kid looked across the mesa, judging how far it was until they reached the canyons and some shade.  “If that’s the best you got, it’ll have to do.”

A smile spread across the face under the black hat.

“Just promise me the next bank robbery you plan in August is gonna be in Canada.”

“Sure Kid, just for you.”


“Heyes, when I asked you to plan a bank robbery anywhere near Canada, I was asking for August, not November!”  Kid Curry had his sheepskin coat fastened tightly around his body, and his hat pulled low, with the stampede strings fastened close to keep the wintery wind from blowing it off his head.  He glared at his clever cousin, who was also shivering in his heavy gray coat.

“Well, that’s not when they planned this payroll shipment, was it?”  Heyes blew on his cold hands, rubbing them, as he tried to peer though the rapidly increasing snowfall, as they waited outside of German Gulch, Montana, for the payroll train to leave the bank.

“Wheat and Kyle better still have the rest of the boys at the other end of this canyon, or we will have been freezing ourselves for nuthin’.”

“Have faith, Kid.”  Heyes eyes glittered through the snowflakes sticking to his eyelashes.  “This is a brilliant plan.  They’ll never expect it, especially with the storm.”

“You certain about that, Heyes?” The Kid asked with a sly smile.

“How was I supposed to know that posse in Arizona was as crazy as we are?”  Heyes took umbrage.   “We did lose them in the arroyo.  And came out of it with all the money.”

“The boys would have skinned you alive once we were back at the Hole, if we hadn’t.”

“Well now, we didn’t have to deal with that situation, did we, because I figured out a way to come out on top.”

“Yeah, Heyes.  You did.”  The Kid brushed off the snow that had accumulated on his hat.  “Let’s hope our luck doesn’t run out today.  He looked down into the town.  “Here they come.”


Not everything had gone according to plan, but thanks to the blizzard they did manage to get a jump on the posse and make off with a considerable sum of money that would keep them very well until the spring thaw.  

As the gang came upon a split in the trail, Heyes pulled up, and called for Wheat.

"What we stoppin' for, Heyes?"  The rough outlaw gave the gang leader an annoyed look.  "I'm already freezing my ... well, freezing sumthin’ off soon.  Was that part of your great plan?"

Surprisingly to Curry, Heyes ignored Wheat's jibbing.  He dismounted and had pulled some of the haul out of his saddlebags, handing it up to Wheat.

"You know the way back to Devil's Hole from here, don't’cha , Wheat?"  Heyes looked blandly up at him.

"Course I do, Heyes.  What you take me for?"  Wheat bristled.  "An idiot?"

Kyle pulled up at that moment.  "The boys are getting anxious, Heyes."  He glanced back and spit off to the side of the trail.  "And cold.  That posse ain't that fur behind us."

The bundle Heyes had handed to Wheat looked to be a significant portion of the haul.  That worried the Kid, as Heyes seldom entrusted that much money to any of the gang members, even Wheat, definitely not Kyle.

"Even with this snow, that posse is closer than I like."  Heyes looked down at the covered ground and then back up at Wheat.  "You take the boys on back to Devil's Hole.  The Kid and I will make certain they follow us up into the hills."

"That's your plan?"  Wheat scoffed.  "You'll get caught, the way this snow is coming down.  Or stuck somewhere up there."

"Well, that posse is getting closer the longer we sit here jawing."  Heyes walked back to his horse and turned him to head up the trail that led into the mountains.  He exchanged a look with the Kid.  "Get going.  We'll see you at the Hole in a week or two."

Wheat snorted, but started down the other trail leading back into the valley.

"And make certain you don't spend all that money hurrahing once you get back to Clear Creek.  Start getting the winter supplies first."

Wheat stopped in the trail, and glared back at Heyes.  "Shoot, Heyes, I know them hills by Devil's Hole better'n you do.  We'll be lucky to get back in time to get in supplies for winter.  Twern't my idea to pull this job so late in the season."

They all knew the fall had not gone the best for the Devil's Hole gang and they had needed this job to provision for winter.

"Best get goin' Wheat," the Kid said quietly.  "Posse'll be on us soon and Heyes and me gotta get the false trails laid."

"Come on Kyle."  Wheat gave Heyes and Curry a final piercing gaze, and then turned to lead off the rest of the group.

Heyes gave a long look as they headed off, but then turned uphill, making sure to stir up the snow on that part of the trail.

"Come on Kid.  Let's get going."

Curry followed Heyes.


Heyes and the Kid had headed further into the mountains and had lost any pursuit quickly enough.  It was Blackfeet territory, but at that moment, Heyes was less worried about them then the posse.

The snow was deep, but the wind had died down.  It was still in the mountains.  Too still for the Kid.

“We’re being followed, Heyes,” Curry said quietly.

“Nah, Kid, we lost that posse long ago.  Can’t track in the snow.”

“I ain’t talking about the posse.”

"Ain't no Apaches in these hills, Kid."  Heyes smiled grimly at his own slight joke.

"No, but there are Blackfeet."  The Kid nodded towards figures on the crest of the next hill.

Heyes pulled his horse to a stop, and the Kid drew up next to him.   They held their reins loosely in their hands, which they kept visible.

The band of Blackfeet made their way slowly and cautiously down closer to Heyes and Curry.  They had rifles ready.

"Was this part of your plan, Heyes?" the Kid said softly.

Heyes watched carefully as the men approached.  One pulled ahead of the others, and stopped.  He was dressed like the others in a buffalo robe, with well-worn leggings showing beneath, and a cluster of feathers sticking up from the side of his head.  He spoke.  Heyes shook his head slowly, and the man stopped, smiling wryly, and shaking his head too.

"Kid, look at them."  Heyes spoke quietly and slowly nodded towards the native band.  "They look thin.  And ragged beneath those robes.  It's only the beginning of the cold season."

The leader's head snapped up, and gave Heyes a piercing gaze.

Heyes returned his look, with his strong, confident stance.

"We have money to pay for safe passage through these hills."  Heyes remained still, waiting.  The Kid echoed him, watching the posture of the others in the group, and where their rifles were pointed.

The leader looked over Heyes and Curry again.  He took in their hardened look.  He pointed towards the rifles.

"You can have them."  Heyes offered.  He waited and the leader pointed again.  Heyes slowly drew his out of the sheath, offering it with the barrel pointed down.  The man kneed his horse closer and took the offered rifle.  He looked over it and smiled up at Heyes.  He gave an order to one of the other men who came forward.  The leader pointed towards the Kid's rifle.  Curry moved slowly and handed it to the other man, who grinned with delight.

The leader with the feather cluster looked down to where Heyes' pistol was tied to his thigh, and then over to the Kid's.

"Heyes, I ain't giving up my Colt."

"Kid ... " Heyes started to caution.

A strange look came over the Blackfeet man's face.  He smiled fiercely, then turned with his back to the still armed men and started up a path through the hills.  The man with the Kid's rifle pointed it at them and then at his leader, indicating they should follow.

It was a quiet journey through the foothills.  The Blackfeet said little, Curry watched everywhere, and Heyes was silent.  Eventually they came to a hill overlooking the settlement of St. Mary's where Heyes could see a train track leading southeast.  

He turned towards their escort, and then indicated his saddlebags.  The leader with the feathers nodded.  Heyes pulled out one of the bags and handed it over.  The man looked into it.  He shook his head and started to hand it back to Heyes.

Heyes held up his hands and met the man's eyes.  "Payment.  I keep my word."  

The Blackfeet held up his new rifle and indicated his companion's.  Heyes shook his head.

The man's feathers blew in the wind.  He opened the bag and took out a generous handful of the gold coins.  He handed them over to his friend, where they disappeared under his robe.  The bag then was handed back to Heyes, who nodded and secured it back in his saddle bag.

Heyes met they eyes of the Blackfeet leader.  He held his arm out to shake hands.  It was awkward for the other man, but he grasped Heyes’ hand.

"Good hunting, my friend."  Heyes backed his horse and then turned his back on the Blackfeet.  Curry followed, but not without his steel blue gaze first meeting the gaze of the other men.

"Good hunting, Mr. Heyes, Mr. Curry."  The Blackfeet leader grinned widely as the Kid and Heyes stopped and looked back at them.  Heyes smiled back, shook his head slightly, and continued down the hillside with his cousin.    
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PostSubject: Re: June 17 - Canada   Thu Jun 22, 2017 6:40 pm

Heyes nodded as Knight left the room. "Kid fill the wash basin and bring it over with a wash cloth."

The Kid did as asked and brought the items over to his cousin. He watched as Heyes gently mopped the girl's forehead, cheeks, neck, and hands in an attempt to bring her raging fever down. He noted how fatherly Heyes seemed to be. "What are we going to do?" He asked. "Chances are she's an orphan and will have to be sent back east to that Indian school in southern Pennsylvania."

"That's not going to happen."

"Heyes, we can't in good conscious keep her."

"We could move to Canada." Even to Heyes it sounded rediculous, but he was willing to try anything to keep this little girl from loosing all sense of her culture.

"One problem with that, we don't speak Canadian."

"They speak two languages in Canada, English and French. I'd say British Columbia is where English is more readily spoken." Heyes sounded as if he were also trying to convince himself. He sighed and want back to bathing the girl's fever flushed face, taking note of how gaunt she looked.

Kid too sighed as he sat down in the chair. He watched his cousin for a long time, noting how worried the dark haired man was. Had their captivity, short as it was, with that band of Apaches made Heyes and him more sympathetic to the plights of the Indians? Perhaps, but he wasn't exactly up for all this.

Heyes stopped momentarily and sighed in frustration. "She's going down hill fast." Another sigh. "Gonna have to force it down. Kid can you go see if you can get a bucket of ice somewhere?"

Kid looked at him slack-jawed for a moment. "Ice? Heyes its the middle of June. Ice stores are probably already used up."

"Just go try to get some; poor girl will be dead in the next few hours if we can't get this fever under my luck she's got something catching."

"Ha, your luck? More like our luck."

"Go get that ice, Kid."

The Kid grumbled something as he got up and went out the door. Thirty minutes later he returned with not one, but two buckets of ice.

Heyes looked up wearily from his task, just glad he was able to lower the girl's temperature a little with just lukewarm water. On seeing the ice he pointed to the washstand. "Wrap some of that ice up in a hand towel and hand it here; her fever's starting to spike."

Again the Kid did as he was told. He sighed as he sat back down in the chair. "How long do you think Knight will be gone?" The question had been on his mind since the agent left.

"Day or two maybe. Don't know why he's still willing to pay me just to nurse this poor girl. I think the Doc knows what she has, but ain't telling us. Bad case of...something, been too hot for everything we've ever had."

Another question came to Kid's mind. "What if Knight don't come back?"

"Told you, Kid, Canada. It's either that or take her to that tribe that shares the watering hole with the gang."

"They're Shoshone, ain't they?"

"All I know is they're Indians and they're peaceable." Heyes resumed mopping the girl's face with the towel of ice. After a while he heard a faint sigh escape the girl's lips. He allowed himself to sigh in relief. The fever was finally starting to break.

The girl opened her eyes after a few minutes. They were still glassy from the fever, but she could see clearly. The dark orbs took in her unfamiliar surroundings until they fell on the dark haired man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hello, sweetheart," Heyes said when he saw the girl was awake. He wasn't sure if she understood his words, but she seemed to relax a little after he spoke. "Try and get some rest, I'll send Mister Jones," he pointed to Kid, "down to the café to get some broth for you."

Though she didn't understand many of his words, she nodded, understanding the gesture to the other man in the room and the mention of broth. As the Kid left the room without Heyes telling him, she falls back into a restful sleep.

"The only thing in life you have to earn is love, everything else you can steal." ~Hannibal Heyes
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