C’mon Rusty, bedtime!

It’s 5:00 and you need to turn in now…  I always hated that when I was a kid in the summer-  I’d have to go to bed and it was still light out!  But wait… isn’t Rusty a teenager by now?  This is really weird.  But then what isn’t when it comes to the Trail’s home life??  And is that Rusty’s room, that little shed on the right side of the house?

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Johnny Lone Elk?  Hmmm, not sure we have made his acquaintance… And who calls just to say they saw a pair of Wolves?

Oh Cherry, you so smart!

And Mark, you are not impressing her in the least!  They are Coyotes, dum-dum! The kind that howl, not the kind that traffic in human lives… we had a brush with those at the start of the cave “adventure.”

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But why, Mark?  Why think about wolves?  You’re not making any sense.  And for the record, a Coyote “howl” is more of a “yip, yip, yip” anyway…

Wait a second…

To his friends he’s still “Dirty,” but to the authorities he’s “Mr. Smith?” And how’d he come by that fake passport?  Such intrigue!  A regular James Bond!  Although James Bond never felt the need to have an alias…  He was always Bond… James Bond.

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And I am a bit confused… doesn’t one clear customs upon arrival and not departure?  Oh, well…  In these days of extreme vetting, I guess anything is possible…

This story does cause me to wonder about the field of opportunity that lies with all the people that Mark has “wronged” in the name of doing “right.”  They do their time in jail, pay their debt, and then what?   What do they have to do?  What have they been stewing about for months other than to get back at the one who took them down!  Interesting!

Dirty’s mission…

…will not be stalled or stopped by a pretty face in a safari hat… such is the zeal and the desire (we assume) to “right” certain “wrongs” done to him by The Trail…

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But poor Lee… she thinks that it’s another case of her coming on too strong… story of her life, we are to suppose…  And a measure of her loneliness, wanting to take on a guy who calls himself “Dirty…”  But hey, maybe she’s into that kind of thing.

Still, as Chris ponders what could have been, it looks like we are in send-up mode to what could be a clash of… titans? Well, maybe not that big, but certainly words will be exchanged, and dare I hope?? Fists flying?  Recall, that Chris was willing to engage before, even if Mark was not…

By George, I think you’re right!

And by “George” I mean Faithful Reader and Constant Commenter George Atkins…

I’ll lay a bet Chris is going back to the States and gunning for Mark. But Mark will happen to be called away to Africa by Ms Hunter!  So Chris will go to Lost Forest and find Mark where he just came from.  So he’ll go back, leading to a lot of travel time for Chris and a bad case of jet lag.  Adventure will ensue.

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And we can tell that Dirty has been in Africa for “a few years” by how little starch is left in his epaulets… I’m sure it’s difficult to find a decent laundry on skid row…  let’s hope he figured out a way to get a weekly bath in, otherwise I don’t envy his fellow passengers…

But is this the end of the “lion” adventure?  Did we go all the way to Africa just to “bump” into Chris Dyer so that we can now follow his exploits?  Reminds me of that brief interlude at Lost Forest with the hunky archer just so Cherry could later pick up a bow and save the day in the Great Dismal Swamp…  Boy, I have been at this for a while… and will soon answer the question of whether a man can prosper by retaining a somewhat encyclopaedic knowledge of Mark Trail and his exploits…

Oh, c’mon, Dirty…

How on earth can you turn down an invitation (by a stunning lady, no less) for a trip back into the wild?  What doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger, right??

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The look on Ol’ Dirty’s face in panel three would suggest that the wounds and scars from the rhino-horn incident will be long-to-heal… a bit of post-traumatic stress, I’d wager. I am still trying to nail what the scar outline reminds me of… the state of Indiana is all I’m coming up with…

Rather bold of you, Ms. Hunter… to invite a man, who only days (minutes?) before you considered “rude,” on your little safari…