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Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026 June 22, 2026 The sun rose over Gotebo with an unusual silence. No screaming. The Gotebo Goat Showdown No overturned wagons. No missing laundry. And perhaps most suspicious of all… No goats standing on rooftops. Marshal Chester Finch squinted over the handlebars of his cherry-red moped. “George,” he said. George Jones wagged his tail. “I don’t trust…

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026 June 21, 2026 Powder Puff and The 49  Marshal Chester Finch had encountered many odors during his career. Dynamite. Marshal Finch and the Goat Barbecue Conspiracy – Enter Powder Puff Wet dogs. The county jail after chili night. A moonshine still exploding inside a barber shop. But nothing—and he meant absolutely nothing—prepared him for Powder…

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026 June 20, 2026 Marshal Finch and the Legend of Old Pete The road into Gotebo looked ordinary. That should have been Chester Finch’s first warning. His cherry-red moped sputtered along at a heroic twenty-two miles per hour, its emergency beacon lazily rotating while a cloud of dust followed behind. Beside him trotted George Jones, his loyal hound,…

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026 June 19, 2026 The celebration in Dustbucket Junction had finally ended. The giant chicken statue stood proudly in the town square. Chesters Next Telegram Requires Backup! George Jones was asleep beneath it. And Chester Finch was preparing to leave. His moped was loaded. His saddlebags were packed. Three containers of emergency breath mints had…

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026 June 18, 2026 The celebration in Dustbucket Junction had finally ended. The giant chicken statue stood proudly in the town square. Chesters Next Telegram Requires Backup! George Jones was asleep beneath it. And Chester Finch was preparing to leave. His moped was loaded. His saddlebags were packed. Three containers of emergency breath mints had…