It was 1862 and the town of Sickville had many Gold Mines that thrived in an overabundance of wealth until greed took over and friends and neighbors became enemies. There was always someone standing guard by their mines, but there were too many people not in on the cut. So, that's when things got ugly and people that used to be friends started dying just to get their hands on the gold. The sound of gun fire could be heard on a daily basis, but many of the greedy townspeople that were killing to get in on a piece of the action had no mining skills so the town of Sickville went belly up in just a year.

The only place where business was thriving was the cemetery. A town that had a population of a thousand was now in the hundreds. Many of the survivors that survived the bloodshed left town out of fear of not knowing when their day was up to be buried in the cemetery that was quickly running out of space for their dead.

Finally, the fifty people left standing afraid, hungry and broke decided there was nothing left in the town of Sickville to warrant their stay. So, the people got all their valuables and got on their horses in search of a town to call their new home.

After a few months the town of Sickville was nothing, but a ghost town with tumble weeds rolling around. All the life that this town once had was sucked out of it through a precious metal that only caused death and destruction.