Dan Fields saved my life in the winter of 1862, or as I found out later, 2010. I had been a Rebel prisoner held by Yankee Captain Dillon Yates, who forced me and my comrades to follow him through a portal in time. We were to be his soldiers in a battle against his cousin, Dan. Dillon lost.
I’ve worked in Dan’s woodshop ever since and boarded with the Mexicans. I speak Spanish fluently now and have even gotten to like tacos. I have a few talents that have proven useful to Dan. I can track energy trails and also follow unusual scents, detecting the presence of the Fey. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse into the spiritual world and have often encountered Granny Anna Mae.
Even though I’ve been in this new world for over 18 years, I can’t understand the water crisis. How can some think they can steal and sell water, a natural resource free to all?
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