WHEN I WOKE, I DIDN’T feel any pain. In fact I felt just fine.
“Glad to see you awake, sleepyhead. You certainly gave us some alarm. About three days worth.” Sal was sitting in the single ladder-back chair across the narrow room and by the side of a paneled door.
I seemed to be in some upper level of an old wood-framed saloon. The flowered wallpaper and wainscoting, the standalone wardrobe and low-boy dresser - they all matched that period. Of course, that was my writer training showing up. We had the two characters for this scene and the setting was just another part of the mystery.
“Last I remember was getting a gut-wrenching pain and headache. And now I wake up here.” Of course, I had to peek beneath the sheet and quilt as something felt odd. A one piece nightshirt. Comfortable, but
