The Four Horsemen
Hasting Session 9
Well, ah spent the las’ week prospectin’ the ghost. Did pretty well. Fetched me about 10 lbs er so. Ah gave it to The Kid onacounta he been usin’ it ta make what he calls super consecrated ghost. It’s all red an’ glows a bit. He says its tons more ‘ficient. He cn make a pound outta the 10 lbs ah gave ‘im. We got a meetin’ ta go ta at the splorer society.
The train came inta town what had come from the area round Sham Fran, an on it was this huge trunk. Ya’ll neva’ guess who it was fer. . . ME. It came from Ol’ Bastard Phillips. He said, that he was makin’ money hand over fist, and he came across the opportunity to git somethin’ he thought was jus’ raght fer me. It was soma that techno armor, like what HK makes. This one is amazin’ Its designed for minin’. It has what they called, a ‘Jack Hammer fist’, what breaks up rock like nobodies bizness. You think ah’m strong, you should see what I can do when I wear that armor. I can lift up a stage coach, an’ ah kin hardly be hurt when ah’m wearin’ it. While ah waz messin’ around getting’ usta it, a shattered a beam and a huge sharp spear o’ that beam done stabbed straight inta me, only it didn’t. That suit stopped it cold otherwise ah’d be dead now.
The nex’ day ah went ta tha society ta see if’n they needed help with things after the killin’ o’ Miss Wells, only none o’ them are in town. That ol’ servant feller’ Jeeves or some such, made me welcome as if ah waz a reglar member. He tried to serve me non-stop, an ah weren’t too comfterble wi’ that, ‘cept, fer one thing. He gave me somthin’ called Irish Coffee. Whooooowee, that stuff was good. Ah’m not a drinkin’ man, but ah could get useta that. Ah talked ta Mr. O’malley an he promised ta get word ta tha society about what all had happened an that we waz available if needed.
Over the next couple o’ days ah mined more ghost, an it waz a lot easzier wi’ that armor. Ah got me 11 more lbs. We got an asinement from the society. They want us ta go ta The City of Lost Angels. We gonna take tha train. First its gonna go North, so’s we can catch the long track mos’ the way ta tha city. When we were getting’ near ta Denver, all Hell broke loose. The train smashed an’ jumped an’ fell lahk tha world waz comin’ to an end. A bunch a people died, but our group helped an doctored those that we could. It turns out tha train fell inta a giant hole in the ground. It musta been a hunnerd feet across an’ two hunnerd deep. Down at that bottom waz another train track in a giant tunnel. Seems nobody knew it waz there. With the train wrecked, we couldn’ travel any further. Some o’ our horses died, but jus’ ma luck, ol’ Stinker survived.