Just the Facts: Pioneer?

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Pioneer?

Renee was sitting in the back of the office. She had not met her quota.

That is what the memo in her hand said. In order to see how well she

could do they were sending her out west to a very small town. While

there was a mix of elementals there all she had to do was convert one.

Just one. How hard could that be?

After a plane, train, and a bus, Renee thought it a tad awkward to have

to take a stagecoach to her location. Crimson Holler was her destination.

And it seemed the only rooms available were above the tavern. Shelma’s

boarding house, was in fact, boarded up.  The coachman took her trunk

to the half hanging doors of the saloon and barely said, “Good Day Ma’am”

before filling up his coach and head back west into the sunset.

Morris the barkeep wore a silver star on his white shirt above his apron.

“This way, Ma’am” he said soberly. After settling in her room, Renee

proclaimed to herself, ‘Well that was one live body...’ Looking up while

holding her tatter prayer book to her chest she closed her eyes...’Seems

I may be here longer than I thought.’

At first Renee was scared that there wasn’t any cell phone reception. That

the few cattle she saw looked like they were barely breathing. She had

counted more tumbleweeds than horses. The only washroom was a shared

one down the hall... Then a feeling of relief overwhelmed her. Maybe she

was free of ‘Them’ ...at last.

TOPIC: Desperation; MAIN CHARACTER: an Evangelist;

KEY OBJECT:a memo; SETTING:a Ghost town

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