Vella Day brings you another crazy time travel story of a haunted saloon and hidden treasures.
The last thing I expected to see today was John, our timeline agent—or whatever he was calling himself these days—in our hometown. Millie, my best friend and time traveling buddy, was thrilled. I was not. John claimed that he needed our help to keep the timeline from falling apart.
Why us, you might wonder? He claimed we were good at knitting and asking questions. And where did we have to go? To Dry Gulch, South Dakota. In freaking 1880. Even John admitted that it was a fairly lawless mining town where the ratio of men to women was 200 to 1. Okay, that part sounded fine, but no Internet? Poor facilities? And the food? Would it be something the men shot that day? Like rattlesnake?
But, of course, Millie, who had a slight crush on our time traveler thought it would be fun. Our assignment seemed simple enough. Find out what or who was behind the supposedly haunted Red Lantern Saloon.
Since John gave us a bag of gold dust and a trunk full of period clothes, I guess it wouldn't be all that bad. What could go wrong in a week?