But all the other recruits thought I was a God.”“Wow!” Callie said in amazement. “You’re really that good?”I grinned. “Not at all. The t...uth is, I’m useless with a pistol. I barely passed the course.”Callie’s body shook with silent laughter.“Do you want to hear about my one-armed Kung Fu skills?”Callie laughed brightly. “Is there anything you’ve told me that’s the truth?”“I really do speak Cheyenne fluently.”Callie rose onto her elbow, smiled at me and kissed me gently. She settled, snuggling. Word had a way of getting around faster than a telegram. I’d never heard of it and then everyone was suddenly talking about the Little River Clarion.While Rebecca and Rosie and I were out looking at the Appaloosas, a large freight wagon labored into Market Street from the south. It unloaded a strange looking contraption at Market and 5th — a small office that had once been the veterinarian’s office. Since Doc Gimble was the only medicine in town, he saw about as many people as animals and moved. So no school for me. It was a long weekend since of some school conference day so I didnt have to go back to school until Tuesday. I needed a few days for relaxation. Girls lacrosse was tiring me out. I got up and looked at my alarm clock, it read 8:37. My mom had left for work already. I got up and went to my bathroom which was connected to my room. I was an only child so I got a lot of my own stuff. I looked in the mirror and looked at my long dark brown hair. I yawned and rubbed my eye lids. We found that we weren't the only ones there!As I pulled into the camp, we were greeted by a man with a rifle over his arm. He smiled but held up his hand and I stopped beside him and rolled the window down."Hi," I said."Hello, I'm Roger Jones. Would you please tell me your business here?" Sure, Roger. I'm Jim Sinclair and Cathy Ellsworth is behind me. Strange as it sounds, we're sightseeing the US before returning to Virginia and setting up a permanent home. We had planned on camping here.