Showdown at the Crooked M
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It was one of those
scenarios that Bill really got bored with. He wanted to
go fight some bad
guys courtesy of Ralph and the magic jammies, but Ralph
told him that he was
going to spend the afternoon at the carnival with Pam.
So naturally Bill
argued... and lost again.
"Come on kid, can't you help me out here for
once," groaned Bill as he
walked around the carnival with the two. "I'm
dying here. There have been
reports of two robbers in the area and here we
are throwing baseballs at
milk bottles so the Counselor can have a teddy
bear to snuggle."
Ralph looked at Pam and rolled his eyes. She caught the
look and winked.
"Not exactly Bill... I already have my teddy bear," she
said and gave Ralph
a kiss.
"Same here, hun and I did say we could
come this weekend and try to enjoy
ourselves for once, but I didn't expect
our proverbial grouser to join us,"
said Ralph. Hearing Bill make a noise,
Ralph chuckled. "Besides, Bill, I've
got the suit on just in case something
happens."
Bill shook his head. "All right, I hear ya. Look, since I'm
here anyway, can
we see something that I want to see? I can't ride the rides
and they won't
let me near the games because I misfired the
bow."
"Yeah, but you made a perfect hole in one when the arrow landed in
the cup
at the golf game," said Ralph laughing. When they saw Bill blush,
the
younger couple looked at each other and smiled. "OK Bill, we'll do
something
you'll like," said Ralph relenting. "What do you want to
see?"
"That wild west show they've been talking about on the TV," Bill
said,
cheering up. The other two nodded and they headed over to the area
where
they presented the show. "Haven't seen a good live action shoot-'em up
western in a while."
"Really? When was that, when Hopalong Cassidy
was riding the trails and said
hi to you on your horse?" said Pam with a
slight smirk.
"Cute Counselor. Come on, let's get there before the 'bad
guys' do..." Bill
stopped when he noticed Ralph stopped walking with the
two. "Ralph?"
"Over here Bill," said Ralph motioning with his hand. Bill
saw that Ralph
had his other hand on a toy rifle they used for the old-tyme
photo booth but
was staring at the wall. The other two rushed up and while
Pam told the
owner Ralph was trying to figure out what he wanted to dress up
as, Bill
talked to the younger man. "What are you getting Ralph?" he asked,
realizing
Ralph was getting a holograph. Ralph nodded and Bill put his hand
on Ralph's
shoulder so he could see it too.
"I see the main office
and inside there are two men trying to break into the
safe using a bomb.
There's a third man inside by the outside door, but it
looks like he's out
cold. Wait a minute, there's a woman headed that way..."
Ralph started to
strip to the jammies, but Bill steered him to a bunch of
bushes so no one
would ask questions.
"Ralph, hurry up and get goin'. I'll be there
shortly," said Bill just as
Ralph finished changing, took three steps and
jumped. Bill started running
over to the main office and saw Ralph crash
near the booth and step inside.
Bill smiled when shortly a man flew out of
the window, and frowned when it
was the only one.
Wondering what
happened, Bill snuck over to the office and glanced into the
window. He
noticed that the third man Ralph saw was now outside lying on the
ground,
having been pulled out of the room to safety before entering. Ralph,
however, was in a standoff with the other robber, who had grabbed the woman
and put her in a headlock. Bill frowned when he saw the woman go limp and
the gunman drop her to the ground.
Ralph stepped forward to intervene
when the gunman pointed the weapon at
Ralph's head. Noticing that the gunman
was going to fire his weapon, Bill
barged in. "Freeze it,
Maxwell-FBI."
The robber turned to fire, but Bill was faster and hit the
other man in the
arm. The man reeled back and fell, striking his head on the
bottom of the
door jamb. Little did Ralph or Bill know that the robbers had
set the timer
on the bomb, which had less than a minute and a half before it
exploded.
Ralph rushed over to the insensible woman while Bill cuffed the
other
gunman. "How is she Ralph?"
"She'll be fine, and the other
worker will be too," said Ralph flatly as he
picked her up and carried her
to the other side of the desk. After lying the
woman down and covering her
with a coat, Ralph got up and frowned. "Bill,
you shouldn't have barged in
like that."
"Kid, you were goin' too slow..."
"So you decide to
barge in here like some gung-ho cowboy and shoot the bad
guy? Bill, you
could've gotten her killed. I was about to use telekinesis to
remove the gun
from the guy..."
Bill frowned. "Ralph, I'm not a cowboy I saw the
scenario and it wasn't
going to work. He was going to shoot you before you
could protect your head
now..." Ralph raised his hand. "No Ralph, I'm going
to..."
"Quiet Bill, I hear something," said Ralph sternly as he turned
toward the
safe. Glancing at it, he realized to his horror a bomb had been
set to it to
break it open. "Bill..." he started only to hear a small
explosion as the
door flew off the safe's hinges toward the two
men.
Ralph swung the cape in front of Bill, who had turned around to
avoid the
debris, while Ralph ducked his head as well. The safe door hit
only the cape
and slowed down, but still hit something solid before the door
fell to the
floor.
Ralph lifted up his head and dropping the cape,
turned to face Bill. The
agent blinked a couple of time before his eyes
rolled back and he fell
forward. "Bill!" shouted Ralph as he caught the
agent and lowered him to the
ground.
As he was checking Bill's
vitals, Ralph heard a woman gasp. He turned around
and saw Pam. "Ralph, what
happened?" she asked, looking at scene before her.
"Attempted robbery,"
he said as he lifted an eyelid to look into Bill's
eyes. He frowned when he
only saw the whites. "Pam, Bill's unconscious. Call
the paramedics," said
Ralph. She nodded and picked up the receiver, dialing
the emergency
number.
Ralph turned back around and tried to bring Bill around, becoming
more
worried when he wasn't getting a response. "Bill, come on partner wake
up...
Bill..." Ralph kept
insisting...
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Bill
groaned as he started to come around. His head hurt, but he couldn't
quite
place what caused it to hurt. 'The kid must've done one of his
fishtail
numbers and crashed into me again,' he thought, groaning. Bill then
cleared
his throat. "Ralph? Pam?" he said a bit groggy.
"Bill, you're all right,"
said a familiar voice from nearby. "Pam and I have
been worried about
you."
"Yeah kid, my head just hurts is all. Do you have any
aspirin?"
"Aspirin?"
"No, asparagus, Ralph of course aspirin,"
said Bill frowning. "Should have
them here in the house."
"Uh Bill,
we're not in a house," said Ralph simply.
"Really? Well, where are
we?"
"A hotel room, you know, where we've been living for the past two
weeks."
"Huh? Ralph what are you..." Bill started only to stop when he
finally
opened his eyes. He wasn't in the Hinkley home, he in a simply
dressed room.
Looking to his left, he noticed a lit hurricane lamp sitting
on a table
alongside a washbasin with a rag dangling over the side. Glancing
down, he
saw he was covered with a quilt and feeling his head, found he had
a
slightly damp bandage on it.
Ralph, noticing Bill frown, decided to
fill in the details. "We were in the
saloon when one of the local drunkards
decided to get too fresh Pam and
Josie. You decided to stop it, but ended up
getting pistol whipped. I
brought you back to the room and waited for you to
wake up."
Bill frowned and sat up, still confused. "Pistol whipped? Kid,
I know you
and I were talking about cowboys and the sort at the carnival,
but..."
"Bill, there isn't a carnival for miles around. We're working on
a case
remember," Ralph said as he watched Bill try to stand up, apparently
finding
something outside the window attractive. "Look, Bill I wouldn't
do..."
Bill ignored the younger man and stood up, looking outside the
window. He
saw a western town outside, but no games, rides or anything that
resembled
the theme park. The agent's vision grew dim and he barely felt
Ralph moving
him somewhere. As his vision cleared up, Bill realized he was
back in the
bed and Ralph was continuing his diatribe. "... that because
all you'll do
is faint," the man said finishing. Glancing at Bill, Ralph
frowned. "Find
what you were looking for?" said Ralph bluntly. "Hope it was
worth nearly
losing consciousness over."
Bill gave him a slightly
blank stare. "Yeah, it was. Uh Ralph, where and
when are we exactly? And
what do we do?"
"Los Angeles, October 16, 1881," Ralph said simply. "And,
we're both agents
for the president. Why, the blow to your head scramble
that top agent mind
of yours?"
"Not quite kid, but I think I'd do
better if I can rest for a little bit,"
said Bill confused.
Ralph
thought about it for a moment then nodded. "All right, but after what
just
happened, you're not going to go to sleep again tonight. I'll see if I
can
get you into Dr. Bloodstone's office later this morning to check you
out."
Bill groaned. "Listen Ralph, it's just a bump on the head, and
you were
right, I just stood up to quickly. If I get a little bit of rest
now, I'll
be fine, trust me."
"Always have to hate doctors," Ralph
said shaking his head. Seeing Bill make
a face, the blonde-haired man
chuckled. "All right, you win, so long as you
a. rest and b. can get out of
bed tomorrow morning without presenting your
fainting lady
impression."
"Fine, it's a deal," said Bill and leaned back to rest his
head against the
wall. He tried to figure out what happened to make Ralph
and Pam think they
were in the wild west, but all he could think of were
bears, arrows and a
shootout... all from the carnival. Thinking about what
he saw outside, he
negated that scenario and came up with a new one... how
did he end up in the
past and how could he get
back?
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Across the road in
another building, a second man was trying to figure out
what happened to
him. Jason Gallium opened his eyes and found himself lying
on a cot of some
sort. He tried to move his arms, but found they were tied
down. Wincing, he
found that his left leg was broken.
Coughing, Gallium tried to remember
what happened. All he could remember was
that he was walking down the road
to head back home when a couple of men
came up and asked for directions. He
started telling them when one asked if
he felt all right as he looked pale.
Gallium caught movement off to his
right and, realizing he was about to be
ambushed, started to fight. He
thought he was getting the upper hand when...
well, after that everything
was fuzzy.
There was a noise nearby and
he turned his head. He started to say something
only to have something
placed over his face. Gallium smelled a sickly sweet
odor and tried to
struggle away from it, but the person kept the item firmly
over his face.
After about a minute, Gallium's vision faded to black and he
relaxed...
The person removed the handkerchief and looked into
Gallium's eyes and
smiled. "No, not yet, Mr. Gallium. You're not well enough
yet for travel to
your new home," said the other man. Just then, two other
men entered the
room. "I told you boys to not seriously injure Gallium,"
said the man
frowning. "Now I have to wait at least a week before he can be
shipped out
of here."
"Sorry Mac," said the taller of the two. "He
kept putting up a fight before
we managed to knock him unconscious, and this
was the only way to keep him
from escaping."
Mac took in the comment,
but still shook his head. "Still, my boss wants the
men totally healthy or
he won't pay as well, if at all," he said. "They have
to be able to fight.
Now listen, I want the two of you to go to the saloon
tomorrow and scout out
another victim to shanghai, and I'll join you later
to not arouse suspicion.
That way, we can have at least someone that will
get us a lot of pay. Then
when Gallium's healed, we can send him on his
way."
The two men
nodded and left the room. Mac checked Gallium's vitals and
frowned, knowing
he was lucky he caught Gallium waking up before he could
yell for help. He
hoped his "associates" would be able to get a second
person to sell, or it
could be him they take instead...
permanently.
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The
next morning, Ralph and Bill were sitting at a table in the restaurant
at
the hotel. Bill, feeling better after resting, was able to get up without
so
much as a wobble, much to Ralph's disdain. As they got ready for day,
Bill
caught a glimpse of red under Ralph's shirt. When he asked what Ralph
was
wearing, the man said that they were a set of longjohns and that was it.
Bill shook his head, but still had his doubts to Ralph's story when the
younger man also put on a black opera cloak with red trim. He decided that
Ralph was still upset that Bill wouldn't go to the doctor and left it at
that, figuring he'd find out sooner or later.
Bill broke out of his
thoughts when he saw a hand wave in front of his face.
"William, hello are
you there?" asked Ralph, frowning. "You know, I still
can take you to Dr.
Bloodstone's if you're going to stare into space."
The older man made a
face. "No Ralph, I'm fine. Just trying to figure out
what happened before my
knockout," he said, shrugging off the man's
concerns. "Now, since we're
here, do you think you can tell me what's going
on?"
Ralph frowned at
the question, but decided to not suggest the doctor again
or risk receiving
a punch. "Well, we were supposed to talk to someone
yesterday about our
case, but then you did your chivalry act and I ended up
babysitting an
unconscious partner," he said, smirking a little when Bill
rolled his eyes.
"Just before I went to bed, I got a calling card at the
desk from the person
and said we were supposed to meet them here this
morning."
Bill
nodded, and decided to see how Ralph and Pam were tied in this time. "I
see.
So, what's the Couns... uh Pam up to lately?"
"Well, she's been traveling
with us for a while as our secretary, but she's
doubling as a saloon gal
right now to see if she hears anything that could
help us in this case.
She's enjoying the extra pay, well except from those
who want to see more of
her, and if they try that..."
"I get the picture, kid. So, has she found
anything?"
"Not so far, but..." he stopped when he saw a saloon gal walk
up to them.
"Josie, how are you today?"
"So far so good today,
Ralph. How are you Bill," she said with a soft smile.
"You're looking better
than the last time I saw you."
Bill shrugged. "To tell ya the truth, I'm
still a little dazed, but I'm not
seeing stars, except in your eyes," he
said, admiring her in her slightly
revealing, but elegant scarlet red
dress.
Ralph shook his head and chuckled, noticing that it was the same
look he
must've had when he saw Pam wearing her outfit the first time.
Needless to
say he was glad that he was betrothed to Pam or he'd probably
been punched.
The younger man shook out of his thoughts. "So Josie, have
you seen anyone
asking for us?" he said.
Josie frowned as she looked
around and motioned to a chair. Ralph stood up
and helped her sit down. Once
she was comfortable, the woman cleared her
throat. "Gentlemen, I'm the one
you're looking for. I'm the agent, and I
found out that we were right.
Someone here's been kidnapping men and
apparently sending them somewhere
overseas. Just this morning, I found out
Jason Gallium disappeared somewhere
on the streets last night."
"Yeah, I've heard of him," said Ralph. "Isn't
he the one who is the
undefeated welterweight champion for Los
Angeles?"
She nodded, but before she said anything else, two men walked
into the room
toward the bar. Looking around for potential abductees, they
didn't see the
man drinking at the bar and ran into him, spilling his drink.
Enraged, the
drunkard started throwing punches and a fight broke
out.
"Damn," said Bill and Ralph simultaneously and stood. Bill was about
to go
forward and break it up when he saw a blur run by him. He stopped and
saw
Ralph fight the men, tossing them out the window and door as though they
were rag dolls before heading outside. Bill, realizing Ralph had the suit
after all under his clothes, got to the swinging doors and watched as Ralph
continued to fight them, tossing them in the horse troughs or just out in
the middle of the street.
Ralph heard a scream and turning, saw a man
holding Pam with an arm tightly
around her neck. She had been on her way to
the saloon when the man grabbed
her. Bill watched as Ralph froze, trying to
figure out how to not harm Pam.
When Pam's eyes closed and she went limp,
Ralph growled and headed toward
the man, only to see the gunman aim a shot
at his head. Bill drew his gun
and fired at he gunman's firing arm, scoring
a direct hit. The man dropped
Pam and held his arm in pain. Ralph ran up to
the gunman and flattened him
with a punch before turning to Pam to see if
she was injured.
Bill ran over to the two. "How is she Ralph?"
"I
think she just fainted Bill, fortunately" said Ralph, growling softly
when
he realized that Pam could've been hurt instead. He gathered Pam in his
arms
and picked her up. "Bill, I think you and I need to have a talk..."
The
agent knew where this was going. "Come on kid, you and I know that I
wasn't
going to harm her."
"Yeah, but how do you know the man wouldn't change
his mind and instead
shoot Pam," Ralph said, his voice raising. "You
could've also hit her
instead and killed her."
Before Bill could
respond, Ralph started to head back upstairs to the hotel
room so Pam would
be comfortable when she woke up. The agent sighed, and
after making sure the
gunman was being taken to the jail, went upstairs to
try talking to the
kid.
Unbeknownst to both, Mac had watched the entire fight and smiled. He
found
the person he needed to sell to his boss. Once he bailed his men out
of the
jail, he could have them help out. Just then, someone tapped Mac on
the
shoulder. "Dr. Bloodstone, can you suture this man's arm before we
escort
him to jail?" said the sheriff as he held the gunman.
"Sure
Fred, just bring him over to the office," said Mac. As the three
headed over
to the office, Mac began think of a way to get Ralph alone so he
could
kidnap him. It would have to be that night, Mac realized, while the
man was
still angry at his
colleague.
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Later that
evening, Ralph was still nursing a slight grudge with Bill, but
decided to
be amicable when Bill asked him to join him for dinner. Thinking
Bill
wouldn't need him wearing the fancy longjohns and cape during the meal,
Ralph took off the longjohns before putting on his evening wear and left the
cape on the coat stand.
When he arrived at the hotel desk, the clerk
gave him a message. "Ralph, I
think I have an idea who's been doing the
kidnappings, but we need proof.
Meet me outside the saloon as soon as you
can. Bill" read Ralph, sighing. He
shook his head and headed toward the
door.
Once he was outside, he looked around and frowned when he didn't
see Bill.
Just then, a man tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Hinkley," said
the man,
"Sorry to bother you. You're a friend of Bill Maxwell's
right?"
"Yes, I was supposed to meet him out here for something," said
Ralph. "Why
is something the matter?"
"I'm afraid so. Mr. Maxwell
collapsed in front of the saloon a few minutes
ago..."
"Wonderful, I
figured he wasn't totally healed from being hit with the
pistol," the
blonde-haired man groaned.
"Apparently so. He was taken to Dr.
Bloodstone's office to see what was
wrong. The doctor said Mr. Maxwell was
delirious, and has been calling for
you. We figured you needed to be
there..."
"OK, just take me there," said Ralph, finally dropping the rest
of his
grudge and the two headed over to the doctor's office.
Once
inside, Ralph frowned when he saw that Bill wasn't there. The office
was
empty save the what was normally in a doctor's office. "What the..."
Ralph
said, only to see another man walk in and the person who met him
grabbed him
from behind. Realizing what was going on, Ralph grabbed the
man's arm and
threw him over his shoulder, and the three started fighting.
As Ralph
fought the two men, Bloodstone slipped in and grabbed a bottle,
pouring some
of its contents onto a rag. Bloodstone then snuck up behind
Ralph and placed
the rag firmly over Ralph's nose and mouth.
Ralph smelled a sweet, yet
sickening odor and started to feel dizzy. He
continued to struggle to escape
the fumes only to find that he was being
carried to the operating table.
Feeling himself start to relax, Ralph tried
to grab his assailant's hand
only to have it strapped down to the operating
table. The last thing Ralph
saw before losing consciousness was Dr.
Bloodstone grinning as he continued
holding the rag over Ralph's face.
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As Ralph was
dealing with Bloodstone and his men, Bill walked into the hotel
room, only
to find Ralph missing. He had waited about 15 minutes in the
parlor for
Ralph and giving up, Bill decided the man was still upset so he
figured it'd
be best if he apologized.
After searching the room, Bill started to leave
only to see a familiar flash
of red on the bed. Turning, he saw it was the
magic longjohns, which looked
like a two-piece set of real button front
longjohns. Bill smiled when he saw
the suit emblem over the left breast of
the tunic (and, thankfully, no trap
door on the pants). He also saw the red
trimmed opera cape on the coat
stand. The agent gathered up the items and
frowned, realizing that if Ralph
got into trouble without
them...
"Mr. Maxwell, you're all right," said Pam as she entered the
room, shocking
him out of his thoughts.
"Couns.., uh Pam, have you
seen Ralph by any chance," asked Bill, then
blinked, realizing what the
woman said. "'Course I'm all right, what are you
talking about?"
"I
was talking to the desk clerk a few minutes ago. He said Ralph received a
message to meet you. He went outside only to have a gentleman say you
collapsed and were taken to Dr. Bloodstone's office. That's the last time
anyone's heard from Ralph," she said, frowning.
Bill also frowned, a
scenario working through his head. Remembering what
Josie had told them
earlier and the fight, he had a hunch and hoped it
wasn't too late. "Pam, do
you think you can show me where Dr. Bloodstone's
office is?"
She
nodded and after Bill made sure he had the entire suit with him, the two
headed over to the office. When they arrived, Bill peeked into the window
and frowned when he saw Ralph strapped down on a table and three men
talking. "He'll be a fine specimen to sell to our leader. Probably will be
undefeated in the underground fighting ring," said one man.
"Yeah,
Dr. Bloodstone, and I can vouch for his roundhouse punch," said the
tallest
of the three, rubbing his chin. "What are you going to do to make
sure he
doesn't try to escape? I mean, you told us not to break any bones
but with
those punches he had earlier..."
"Yes, but I have an idea to keep him
from fighting us again before we ship
him out. Hand me that scalpel... let's
see how he'll fight us again when he
comes to with a little less of his
blood..."
Infuriated at the man's idea of bleeding Ralph, Bill kicked the
door in and
pointed his Colt revolver at the group. "Hold it don't move,
Maxwell...
special agent. You're under arrest for kidnapping and assault,"
he shouted.
The three other men panicked and decided to try and escape.
One ran right
into Bill before he could fire and Bill fell, bumping his head
against the
wall. Dazed, he started dreaming about the carnival again, only
to have it
switch to a safe blowing up and Ralph telling him to wake up.
Suddenly,
Ralph's voice changed to a feminine one, much to Bill's surprise.
Bill
opened his eyes, and saw where the voice came from. "Mr. Maxwell, you
all
right... sir..." said Pam shaking his shoulder.
Bill blinked and
stood up. "I'm fine Pam, just had the wind knocked outta
me," he said and
turned and saw Ralph still lying on the table, unmoving.
Concerned, Bill
checked Ralph's pluse and breathing, sighing in relief to
find they were
both there. Leaning over to check Ralph's eyes, he detected a
faint, sweet
odor on the man. Bill frowned, recognizing the scent. He had to
deal with it
before many years ago.
"Mr. Maxwell, is Ralph all right?" asked Pam.
"What's wrong with him?"
Bill turned and looked at Pam. "Listen Pam
you've gotta do as I say. I want
you to stay here with Ralph until he wakes
up. They used ether on him,
that's why he's still unconscious. Someone needs
to be here to make sure he
doesn't get worse."
"OK," said Pam,
frowning. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go and bust these bad
guys. 'Course, it'd be easier if Ralph
here was conscious and wearing the
suit, but that's outta the picture right
now."
As he was talking, the
longjohns and cape began to glow. Bill picked them up
and groaned, making a
face. "Oh, come on, even now you still do that
weird..." The suit flashed a
bright red, and when it faded, Bill was wearing
the suit.
Pam stood
there dumbfounded at seeing someone else other than Ralph wear the
suit.
"That's never happened before," she said. "Do you think it will work
on
you?"
"Well, there's one way to test it," he said handing her his gun.
"Try to
shoot me."
"WHAT!?"
"OK, never mind, ya probably don't
even know how to fire a gun," said Bill
condescendingly only to hear the gun
go off. He felt the bullet hit him in
the left shoulder, but didn't feel any
pain. Hearing the bullet hit the
ground, he smiled and turned to Pam. "It
does work. Nice work Pam, figured
ya knew how to use it. Now, I want you to
use that gun if one of
Bloodstone's goons try to get Ralph."
Pam
nodded, and after touching the scalpel and getting a holograph of
Bloodstone
trying to escape, Bill exited the office. Turning, Bill saw
Bloodstone and
his goons about a half a mile away trying to head out of town
on horseback.
He smiled, took three steps and jumped. As he took flight,
Bill realized
that he was screaming. 'I'll never tell the kid this is easy
again,' he
wildly thought as he started flying out of control.
Hearing a strange
sound from above, Bloodstone and his men pulled up their
horses, and looking
up, saw Bill flying. "What the hell..." said Bloodstone,
one to find himself
a split second later on the ground. The other two men
dismounted their
horses to help the doctor.
Bill got up from his crash and shook his head.
He then turned toward the
three, who were all staring at Bill's strange
attire.
"Now, gentlemen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way,"
said Bill
with a slight grin.
Bloodstone smiled and motioned to his
men. The two drew their revolvers and
fired at the agent. Bill covered his
head like he saw Ralph do all the time
and deflected the bullets. While the
gunmen fired, Bloodstone ran over to
his horse to get something out of the
saddlebag. Once Bill heard the
tell-tale clicks of an empty gun, he started
forward toward the gunmen. Two
punches later, the two men were on the
ground, out cold.
Bill kneeled to tie the men up only to feel someone
clamp a damp
handkerchief over his nose and mouth. "So, it's not just Mr.
Hinkley who is
as strong as Hercules, it's also you. Well, let's see how you
react to
drugs," said Bloodstone wickedly, as he continued to hold the rag
over
Bill's face. Bloodstone's grin started to fade after a minute when Bill
didn't even so much as shake his head. Bill then grabbed Bloodstone's wrist
and moved the ether soaked rag off his face.
Realizing something was
very wrong, the doctor dropped the rag shook his
head. "Wait a minute, you
should've been unconscious by now," he said,
confused.
Bill stood up
and turned, lifting Bloodstone off the ground by his lapels.
"Well, Annie
Ether never made my head spin," Bill said smirking and threw
the man. The
doctor hit his head on the door jamb of the barbershop nearby
and relaxed,
out cold.
Hearing new voices nearing where he was and knowing they'd take
the men into
custody, Bill turned invisible. He flew back to the doctor's
office, and
once he arrived, Bill smiled to see that Ralph was sitting up on
the table
and talking to Pam.
Bill stretched his arms out and winced
when he felt a pain in his right arm.
'Must've been from the crash,' he
dismissed, stretching it out again. He
decided to make his entrance,
wondering how Ralph would react to his wearing
the suit. "So, I see our
Sleeping Beauty is awake now," he said.
Ralph rolled his eyes, not
looking at Bill. "Yes Bill, I'm awake, just wish
I didn't fall for that
man's trick," he said sheepishly. "What was it they
hit me with though? I
can't seem to..."
"Ether kid," Bill said. When Ralph gave him a confused
look, Bill continued.
"It's something they use to put ya to sleep to perform
surgery on ya so you
don't feel any pain. Anyway, don't worry, I caught them
and Bloodstone and
his goons are on their way to jail."
"Good. Pam
and I also found Gallium in one of the other rooms," said Ralph.
"He's all
right except for a broken leg. Pam went over to the hotel and got
its doctor
and some men to carry him over there."
Bill grinned. "That was great
work, and I'm sure he'll get the royal
treatment at the hotel. I bet he'll
also be happy to know Bloodstone won't
be treating him or anyone
again."
Ralph smiled and then realized there was something odd about
Bill. He stood
up and took a closer look. "Bill, how did you put on the
longjohns? I mean,
the ones I got it from said it..."
"Don't know
kid, but I'm guessing that with you being drugged and unable to
help, the
suit decided to let me wear it so I could catch them."
Still curious,
Ralph reached out and touched Bill's shoulder. A brief flash
later, Ralph
was wearing the longjohns again and Bill was back in his
outfit.
Bill
smiled, but started to feel woozy when he smelled a sharp odor. Ralph
noticed Bill sway and frowned. "Bill are you all right?" he said.
The
agent shook his head slightly, realizing what was going on. The suit
might've protected him from the ether with him in it, but now that he's not
wearing it... Before he could say anything, Bill's vision dimmed and he
toppled forward into Ralph, again smelling the sharp odor. The last thing he
heard before blacking out was Ralph and Pam's voices trying to bring him
around. "Bill, you all right?...
Bill?..."
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"Bill, come
on wake up ..." said Ralph as he watched the paramedics wave a
packet of
spirits of ammonia under Bill's nose. They were still in the main
office at
the carnival, only now Ralph was wearing his streetclothes over
the suit. He
didn't want people to think he was being a daredevil and caused
Bill's
injury.
Bill stirred and groaned, trying to swipe away the spirits with
his right
hand. The paramedic grabbed his arm and held it down. "Sir, don't
do that
again, there's an IV in it..."
"Shut up Ralph, I'm all right,
just got a little dizzy from the ether..."
said Bill groggily.
The
paramedic looked at Ralph and Pam with a quizzical look. Realizing what
he
trying to find out, Ralph shook his head. "No, no one used ether on him,
he
was hit over the head," said Ralph simply.
"I understand, he must be
confused. We think he may have a concussion," said
the
paramedic.
"Come on kid, will you and the Counselor tell this quack to
quit using his
snake oil on me? Much rather have a drink in the saloon,"
said Bill groaning
and opening his eyes slightly.
Ralph and Pam
chuckled, knowing they were going to have fun explaining this
one. "Bill,
wake up, you're not in the wild west," said Ralph.
Blinking, Bill opened
his again eyes and found he was back in the main
office of the carnival.
Glancing around he saw Ralph and Pam on one side of
him and two paramedics
on the other side treating him.
"Yeah kid, you're right I'm not," said
Bill, wincing when one of the
paramedics checked his eyes with a penlight.
Bill tried to swat it away,
much to the other man's disdain. "How long have
these two been here?"
"About five minutes," said Pam. "Ralph and I have
been worried about you."
"I'm all right Counselor, just a bump on the
head," Bill said, smiling and
hoping this would keep him out of the
hospital.
"Just a bump on the head huh," said Ralph wryly. "The
paramedics have been
here for five minutes, you've been out cold for about
10."
Bill turned to the paramedics, and one nodded. "Yes, and we've got
orders to
take you to the hospital for an exam and observation," said one of
the
paramedics.
Bill brushed off the comments and tried to sit up,
only to feel the room
spin around and someone lower him back to the ground.
"Hey, lay off, I feel
fine," said Bill, trying to bark out orders to the two
paramedics.
Catching them men's frowns of frustration, Ralph chuckled.
"Sorry, he's
always like that. Now Bill, I know you like to be the tough
guy, but this
time you've got to do what they say. This case, you're going
to the
hospital, no arguments," he said, tugging on a familiar red tunic
under his
streetclothes.
"All right, I hear ya kid," said Bill,
realizing with the suit, Ralph could
keep him down with a simple hand on his
shoulder until he said yes. The two
paramedics then lifted Bill onto the
gurney to take him to the ambulance.
Just before they arrived, a woman
ran up to the group, stopping by Bill's
side. Bill recognized the woman both
here... and somewhere else. "Hey, my
name's Josie Sapphire, and I wanted to
say thank you for saving my life. Mr.
Hinkley said if it wasn't for your
quick thinking, I might've died. Sorry
you got hurt though."
Bill
turned to Ralph, and the man gave him a wink. He smiled, realizing that
Ralph had to tell a slightly different story so she wouldn't remember the
suit. "You're welcome ma'am," said Bill. "All in a day's work." Josie smiled
and gave Bill a kiss on the cheek before he was loaded up in the
ambulance.
As the ambulance sped off, Pam turned to Ralph and raised an
eyebrow. "Well,
here we go again," said Pam.
"Yeah, again," said
Ralph with a soft smile, remembering when he was injured
about two months
prior at the 1920s-style restaurant. "Come on, let's go
over to the
hospital. I'm sure he'll appreciate the company later on,
especially after
all this."
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The next
morning, Bill was sitting in his hospital room getting dressed when
he heard
a knock on the door. "Who is it?" he said, hoping it wasn't a
particular
nurse trying to check his vitals again. Her hands were colder
than the
stethoscope.
The door opened and Ralph and Pam entered, carrying a
stuffed bear dressed
up as a cowboy and coffee. "Hey Bill, how's our
favorite cowboy," said
Ralph, grinning and handed Bill the
bear.
"Cute kid, This'll go great with my lamp with the footprint," said
Bill
rolling his eyes slightly, then chuckled. "I'm fine, kid especially
after
getting hit over the head with a safe door."
Ralph sighed,
"Bill, I tried to stop it and protect you..."
"Don't worry, Ralph, I know
ya tried your best. By the way, nice cover with
me being pistol whipped
instead."
"Well, I couldn't tell the paramedics the truth, or we'd both
be in padded
rooms now," said Ralph. "As far as explaining the safe, I told
them it had
blown up before you entered the scene."
"That was quick
thinking, but ya learned it from the best," said Bill,
chuckling. His
chuckle faded when he saw Ralph run a hand through his blonde
curls. "OK
Ralph, I know that gesture. What's buggin' ya?"
Ralph cleared his throat.
"Bill, I'm sorry that we fought before the safe
hit you. More I thought
about it, the more I realized that if you didn't
barge in, Ms. Sapphire
might've died when he realized the suit protected me.
I guess sometimes you
just have to act."
"Yeah, but I've been thinking too about what could
happen if I just act and
not think," said Bill. "I mean, what if he hadn't
dropped the dame before
aiming at you. He could've decided to shoot her
first then when I barged in,
me. Still, you're good at just using your
instinct too, such as the cape
bit. No doubt that safe door woulda killed me
if the cape didn't slow it
down..."
Bill's elbow accidentally hit the
TV remote and turned the set on. He heard
a train whistle, and looking up,
he saw a train spouting off smoke before
the scene froze and turned blue.
The scene drew back to fit into a collage
of five panels, each one a
different color save the center one, which was
always a cowboy. "'The Wild
Wild West?'" said Ralph. "I haven't seen that
since I was a little kid. Too
bad we missed it."
"Yeah, I remember the show too. Wonder what you'd look
like wearing one of
the outfits Jim West or Artemus Gordon wore," said Pam
with a slight smile.
"Actually pretty good, Counselor. That's what we
wore in my dream," said
Bill. Hearing Ralph laugh, Bill frowned, realizing
he was saying just what
the other two did when they were recovering from
their concussions. "All
right, it's just coincidence, just like you guys
were in the dream too and
me knowing the robber's name was Mac Bloodstone.
Before you say anything
remember, I had to save the day when dream Ralph was
out cold from the
ether."
Ralph rolled his eyes and chuckled. "OK
Bill, I get your point on that too,
but now you can't say it was just Pam
and me being silly. And, at least you
didn't decide to bash me over the head
with a bottle in the dream to get the
suit. Don't think it'd transfer to you
in real life if you did that. Listen
you about ready to go?"
Bill
nodded. "Yeah, just haveta wait for the doctor to sign my papers and
then..." he paused when he saw a small box near the table. "Where did that
come from?" he asked.
Ralph picked up the box and handed it to Bill.
"Oh, I forgot. Ms. Sapphire
came by last night and had that package for you.
She said it was a thank you
for saving her life, and it fit perfectly given
what happened."
"Huh, bet it's a lock of her hair for a locket, given she
gave me a kiss on
the cheek without asking," said Bill, opening the package.
Looking inside,
he froze and paled slightly, causing Pam and Ralph to frown.
"Bill, you all
right? You're not going to pass out are you," said Ralph as
he got near the
agent just in case he did.
Bill shook his head. "Uh,
no kid, but this is too weird," he said, picking
up a bullet.
"A
bullet? What's so weird about that," said Pam.
"Not just any bullet
Counselor, it's for a Colt-.45. In fact, just like the
one I gave you in my
dream to shoot at me when I was testing the suit," said
Bill,
confused.
Ralph and Pam looked at each other and smiled. "You know, I'm
starting to
wonder if these dreams we had when we were knocked out were real
after all,"
said Ralph. "I mean, all three of us getting something we had in
our dreams,
a ring, a brooch, a bullet..."
The trio looked at each
other. "Nah," they said together and laughed.
End