May 15, 2000
Fort Huachuca, Arizona
Emily held out for a week against the potent lure of Tombstone, a mere fifteen minute drive away. She talked for hours with Carol, helped decorate the nursery, shopped for baby things, and finished reading the journal. It wasn’t until after she’d read the final entry that she admitted to herself she had to go to Tombstone. Somewhere in the town she might find an answer to the burning question left in her mind.
Although she hadn’t told Carol quite everything, she’d confessed the journal’s narrative had become very real to her. As for the narrator, she admitted she felt a special kinship with him. Were they not both looking for adventure and something beyond the humdrum of daily existence? For her, the source had heretofore been historical accounts, aut
