U.S. Marshal Chester Finch Returns – Chapter Two Continued: The Colonel Plan

June 10, 2026

There were so many chickens taking over the town, it took two posts to tell the events of Chapter Two!

The situation in town had gone from bad to worse.

The escaped chickens now controlled Main Street.

They strutted through intersections without looking both ways.

They occupied porches.

They stole sandwiches.

One particularly aggressive rooster had taken possession of the barber shop and refused to leave.

Nobody knew what to do.

Nobody except Marshal Chester Finch.

Or at least that was the rumor.

The truth was that Finch was sitting on the edge of his sputtering moped reading a poultry handbook he had purchased from a traveling salesman.

Unfortunately, the handbook’s most useful advice was:

“Avoid angry chickens.”

The Marshal needed something better.

Much better.

Then inspiration struck.

It arrived in the form of a grease-stained advertisement blowing down the street.

Finch snatched it from the air.

His eyes widened.

“Of course,”

he whispered.

“If chickens fear anything…”

He paused.

“…it might be Colonel Sanders.”

The plan was ridiculous.

Which made it perfect.

Within hours, Finch had assembled a group of volunteer actors from neighboring towns.

Several retired theater performers.

A traveling country singer who strongly resembled Reba McEntire from a distance.

A retired school principal.

A dentist.

And one confused accordion player who thought he was attending a church social.

Finch handed each of them a white suit.

A black string tie.

And a fake goatee.

The operation was named:

Project Colonel Thunder.

The next morning, a wagon rolled into town carrying twelve imitation Colonel Sanders figures.

The actors climbed down dramatically.

The townspeople cheered.

The chickens stared suspiciously.

One brave actor stepped forward.

He adjusted his spectacles.

Pointed dramatically toward a flock.

And shouted:

“Return to your coop!”

The chickens looked at him.

The chickens blinked.

The chickens charged.

Project Colonel Thunder lasted approximately eleven seconds.

The actors fled in every direction.

One climbed onto a roof.

Two hid in a water trough.

The accordion player disappeared completely and was later discovered selling lemonade twenty miles away.

The Reba look-alike escaped by riding backward on a mule.

The chickens celebrated their victory with loud, triumphant clucking that could be heard across town.

It was a complete disaster.

Or so everyone thought.

Because while the chickens had defeated the fake Colonels…

They had become distracted.

For nearly an entire afternoon.

And during that precious time, citizens safely moved supplies, repaired fences, and rescued several residents who had become trapped inside the general store.

Marshal Finch studied the results carefully.

The plan had failed.

Yet somehow succeeded.

Which was the sort of outcome that seemed to follow Chester Finch wherever he went.

That evening he parked his moped outside town.

The sun disappeared behind the horizon.

The chickens settled in for the night.

Finch opened his notebook and wrote:

“Conclusion: Chickens are not afraid of Colonels.”

Then he added another note.

“However, they are extremely curious about them.”

What Finch didn’t know was that several former outlaws had been watching everything from a nearby ridge.

And they had just discovered a way to profit from the town’s misery.

A very profitable way.

The kind of way that would soon bring a new threat to town.

A threat called…

The Feathered Brotherhood.

To Be Continued… cluck, cluck, cluck.

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