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"Ow!" Said Lance as the bus bumping woke him. "Lance! Lance! Hold on! Guys!" Said a voice. Then everything went brilliantly white. Lance sat up and felt shifting under him. He opened his eyes and found himself sitting in sand. Squinting in a blaring bright sunlight. "Huh?" He thought aloud. "Where the hell?" "Oh, good. You're awake." Said a voice. Lance turned and saw Chris walking up the hill to him. "Where are we? Where are the others?" He asked, looking around. All he saw was lots of dirt, a small stream and lots of brush plants. "Uh, I think we're somewhere west, and I have no idea where the others are. I don't even know where the bus... or, or, a road or anything is." Said Chris, spinning a peice of yellow grass between his thumb and finger. Lance stood up and brushed himself off. "Well... I guess we should start walking." Concluded Lance. "Walking? Why? To where?" Asked Chris. "Well. I don't see much of anything here. I don't much feel like stickin around and waiting for more nothing to come. Plus starving doesn't sound too fun either. We'll walk to a town and call somebody." Said Lance. Chris nodded & followed him, for lack of a better idea. They walked for many hours. Twice coming across rattlesnakes. Scorpions seemed to be born from the very ground and Chris got attacked by a tumbleweed (the tumbleweed won; drifting away only losing a thorn that was now embedded in Chris' cheek.) by the time they saw signs of human like. There was a small Old-western-style town ahead. "Must be a tourist thing." Said Lance. "Come on. We can get that thorn out in town." Chris nodded, nursing his scratched face and thorn-carrying cheek. they walked into town and were soon in for a bad surprise. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* "I can not believe this!!! There's no way! It isn't for real!!!" exclaimed Chris, accidently hitting his sore cheek, which was now thorn-free. "There isn't... We can't really be..." He gave up. There was no logical explanation. When they'd gone into town, there were no cars, no phones, no sneakers, postcards, or anything linking them to the modern world. Lance came to the conclusion after seeing a real saloon and a real western bawdy house, that they had SOMEHOW gone back in time. To Lance it was the simple truth of the matter and they should move on to more pressing issues... Like how they were going to eat & where they were going to live until they figured out how to get home. Chris, however was stuck on their being back in time. "This is crazy!!" "So it is." Said Lance, agreeing. It didn't make much sense to him either. Chris ranted and raved for an hour before he got tired and sat down. "So, we're back in the old west. Now what?" He asked. "I'm no expert but I think we should figure out where to live and what to eat while we're here." He said. "Okay! Yes... That's the plan!... Now what?" *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Luckily the owner of the inn and saloon hired them as bartenders because two of his had run off and become outlaws. They were paid five dollars each a week and were given a free room to share upstairs of the saloon. It took Lance a few minutes to explain that five dollars a week was quite fair for the eighteen hundreds. Chris, who couldn't seem to grasp the fact that his wallet of hundreds was completely useless for anything other than toilet paper, tissues and fire kindling; Finally relented with: "God almighty fucking damn it I'm poor again!" "Think of it this way. You'll get to see what nobody from our time sees. you get to see in person, the REAL wild western frontier!" Said Lance. "Cool. So, I'll be just like Will Smith!" He said. |
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