It seems things happen fast out west. No sooner had I met a pair of new faces than they’d gotten me assisting them in thwarting a bank robbery. The whole thing was terrible and exciting at the same time. There was no better field test for a ghost rock device as that, but having bullets whizzing past your ears is not a place I’d care to be.
Whatever lawbreakers we thwarted were a resilient sort. Despite Ulysses bullets and the flames I shot at them they survived. The fool undertaker took them for dead, his mistake was made clear when they walked out of the morgue on their own. The gangsters held a grudge and sought us out in the saloon. We were obliged to subdue them yet again, as before they appeared dead I can’t imagine they can survive such a beating a second time but who can say.
The four of us, indeed we’ve formed quite a little band, myself, Ulysses, Eddie, and Kuruk. Eddie I met on the train to Chanute, a nice quiet young man with a soft spot for horses, I hadn’t expected such fire in him with how he dealt with those bandits. Ulysses seems to be some sort of bounty hunter, he knows the region and is a crack shot sure to be a good companion out here. Kuruk is one of those red indians, with a thing for their ceremonies and using their savage weapons apparently he works with Ulysses.
The four of us set out from Chanute to Dodge City, apparently they have some large celebration going on for Independence Day. With luck I can find some sponsors to get my experiments underway again.
Traveling in this barren land is a true test of your endurance. The hot sun is everywhere leaving scarcely any shade. It was a good thing my condensing unit was with us, else we’d have been fully dehydrated in an afternoon. Even so, we’ll need to stop for a break before too much longer passes.