Oh, the pain...the pain!

What did I say?  While Mark was making sure Larry wouldn't cause any more trouble (by making sure that he was being knocked into a rock, by the way), Andy took on Moe, who was apparently no match for the combined forces of a giant St. Bernard and the Jack Elrod Ball.  (Nope, not even a slightly incorrect Star Trek live long and prosper hand sign can keep those two at bay.)  Quickly subduing the hapless criminals and then leaving them beside a rock to think long and hard about what they've done and where their lives are headed, Mark takes a moment to make sure that Rusty and the little spotted dog are all right (and that they still have the cameras because, well, that's the real reason all of this came about).  Yes, things appear to be wrapping themselves up quite nicely, for the most part anyway, because unfortunately, it looks like Andy might have wanted to take things a little too far, and the only way for Mark to hold him back was to point a gun at his head.  (I'm thinking that it's the one previously seen in Larry's hand seeing as how the only gun I'd expect Mark Trail to carry is some sort of rifle, and only as a means of protecting his family or scaring off predators.)  In a minute or two Andy will be back to his regular lovable self and there will be no need for threats, though I'd probably keep the gun handy just to make sure that Moe and Larry don't try anything.  Now all they have to do is pile into the car and deliver the criminals to the proper authorities.  (I hope that Mark knows how to drive a stick.)  With the story coming to a close, I have but one question: where did that white horse go?  Perhaps we shall find out tomorrow.  (Perhaps not.  Probably not.)