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Thunderbird Moon: Chapter Two
Chapter the Second:
The Deafening Lull
"The land of opportunity will provide."
That's what Papa Mi said, after interring his father.
Grandpa had been stabbed by the Kuong mafia in retaliation for his oldest son Chang's gambling debts, with a promise that they would return for the debtor himself soon. With a grieving, widowed mother at his side, Papa Mi threw his dirty shovel clattering to the rocks-- a vow, wordless but earnest, never to bury any more family. He looked to the west, over the heads of his ashamed older brother and the twins, over the heads of his brother's wife and his own wife, and he said the words that would become his motto.
"The land of opportunity will provide," he said. Mama said she always heard the shovel ringing when he said it, like a righteous bell.
Possessions, clothes, and livestock were sold, and transportation was arranged. The whole Mi family-- matriarch, two married brothers and their wives, two sons, and the bachelor twins-- all were loaded on a
Thunderbird Moon: Chapter One
Chapter the First:
The Common Western Bank Incident
- October the 25th, 1881 -
Lyman Rea Denslow, age 23, bounded out of his stagecoach, stretched, and took his first breath of fresh California air.
He doubled over, trying not to gag.
"You must be Lyman," said an approaching figure, blurred by Lyman's watering eyes. "Only boy I ever heard of who never visited a farm."
Lyman rubbed his eyes and bit his lip in a sheepish smile. "Is this what they smell like?"
"The profitable ones, yes," said his greeter, a portly gentleman with a mustache that stretched to his ears. He offered a pink hand.
Lyman blew his nose and felt better. With his eyes and nose cleared, and antibodies to the scent beginning to form, he could finally get a good look at the city of Sacramento.
To start with, it needed a street. There was no brick or cobblestone path between the buildings, only dust, mud, and droppings-- mostly the latter. The street swarmed with animals: horses with men on their backs, cattle wi
Thunderbird Moon: Prologue
The courtroom was crowded, as was the saloon, for they were one and the same. It was times like this that the Jersey Lilly regulars began thinking of building a real courthouse, and hiring a real judge, so the bartender wouldn't be distracted with such legal matters.
A small-town court like this did not feature much of a galley for spectators, but all the same it was filled to capacity with jostling elbows and feet stomping for space. Despite the lack of room, there was a thin line of emptiness going halfway down the room, all the way to the entrance; this divided the two kinds of people watching the proceedings.
The left half was filled with tall and burly men, some with bright pink skin, some with fair skin coated in freckles. They had hair ranging from rusty brown to fiery red, though one had dark hair to match his dark eyes. One or two had green eyes, but all the eyes were narrowed and suspicious, buried in furrowed brows. Some had cigars to chew, others s
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