Post by Toz76 on Oct 19, 2017 22:19:07 GMT -5
Grubmucker, Nevada Built on the edge of Coldhaven Creek, this frontier town is the perfect place for a man with a good head and two good hands to make a living in 1870. So, on the fifth of May, I packed my bags, and I, Patrick Ogden, took my wife Sally and my daughter Nellie out west to find our fortune.
We took the train the whole way, thanks to the Transcontinental Railroad. When we got to Grubmucker Station, I spoke at length to the Station Manager, who called himself "Ol' Snakefoot".
"Grubmucker's a mighty fine little township. We've got a nice little main street goin' east ta west with a sheriff, inn, some shops, and a church. We've got about 20 houses up on the opposite side of the street- it's just "the street", we're going to make one crossin' it but we haven't gotten round to it yet. Go past the town to get to the creek, the bridge is newleh finished and leads to the Amazon Ranch and the trail that goes almost ta Seattle ba now. Ya have ta build yer own house, but until then ya can stay at the inn."
"What are the locals like?"
"The mayor is some rich northerner named Toz wot came up and basically bought out the town. He's payin' for the road to Seattle, sayin he knows where he can build a better port for logging up there. The sheriff is Frank, he's fair, but don't mess with him or his deputies. Tug runs the inn and saloon, he'll keep you safe if ya don't ask questions. Then we got the church. We ain't got a pastor, so Widow Henrietta Tobyll runs services and quilts with the ladies, but she packs a mean punch too. Then for shops we got Joe the blacksmith, he's an escaped slave who does all the metalwork round here, and then the carpenter is Gergeni, he's a queer sort. Willie and Riley Cavanaugh run the ranch, they're a bit on the mean side but if ya need horse, oxen, or farmin' land, ya gotta deal. There's a mountaineer named Falco wot comes through sometimes, he trades with the Indians and such. The Indians themselves pass through sometimes, but they aren't savages or nothin', so longs as we keeps the peace."
"Excuse us." Two men suddenly lumbered up to the platform.
"Hello, my name is Eyes, 1000 Eyes. This is my old pal TGC. We heard something about a fortune and gold and well, we came right away. Can you have someone show us the town?"
"Ma assistunt weel do eet, I's gots ta show dese fellers da Inn An' Saloon."
"Ol' Snakefoot, your accent is getting increasingly worse." I noted.
"DER TERK ER JEEB!" He argued unsuccessfully.
We took the train the whole way, thanks to the Transcontinental Railroad. When we got to Grubmucker Station, I spoke at length to the Station Manager, who called himself "Ol' Snakefoot".
"Grubmucker's a mighty fine little township. We've got a nice little main street goin' east ta west with a sheriff, inn, some shops, and a church. We've got about 20 houses up on the opposite side of the street- it's just "the street", we're going to make one crossin' it but we haven't gotten round to it yet. Go past the town to get to the creek, the bridge is newleh finished and leads to the Amazon Ranch and the trail that goes almost ta Seattle ba now. Ya have ta build yer own house, but until then ya can stay at the inn."
"What are the locals like?"
"The mayor is some rich northerner named Toz wot came up and basically bought out the town. He's payin' for the road to Seattle, sayin he knows where he can build a better port for logging up there. The sheriff is Frank, he's fair, but don't mess with him or his deputies. Tug runs the inn and saloon, he'll keep you safe if ya don't ask questions. Then we got the church. We ain't got a pastor, so Widow Henrietta Tobyll runs services and quilts with the ladies, but she packs a mean punch too. Then for shops we got Joe the blacksmith, he's an escaped slave who does all the metalwork round here, and then the carpenter is Gergeni, he's a queer sort. Willie and Riley Cavanaugh run the ranch, they're a bit on the mean side but if ya need horse, oxen, or farmin' land, ya gotta deal. There's a mountaineer named Falco wot comes through sometimes, he trades with the Indians and such. The Indians themselves pass through sometimes, but they aren't savages or nothin', so longs as we keeps the peace."
"Excuse us." Two men suddenly lumbered up to the platform.
"Hello, my name is Eyes, 1000 Eyes. This is my old pal TGC. We heard something about a fortune and gold and well, we came right away. Can you have someone show us the town?"
"Ma assistunt weel do eet, I's gots ta show dese fellers da Inn An' Saloon."
"Ol' Snakefoot, your accent is getting increasingly worse." I noted.
"DER TERK ER JEEB!" He argued unsuccessfully.