Issue 54 - Gold Fever

It was a pleasant spring evening during the year of our Lord 1960 and I was drinking in a saloon in the aptly named Paradise Valley of northern Montana. It was, I was assured, an establishment that had changed very little since the turbulent frontier days of l890 when one of its more notorious habitués had been a lady called Martha Cannaray, better known to the world at large as Calamity Jane.
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