5.15 Introduction

The floors were covered with dust; my foot prints echoed my movements. The crates that I had sent on ahead waited for attention on the steps outside. Walking lightly, I ran my fingertips across what would be my desk. Benches lined the floor and I counted the spaces. The building had stood empty for too long.

From what I had seen of the town, that wasn’t a good thing. I came because I needed a change. A change was coming, for me and for them.

It was the wild, wild west alright and quite the school year it would be.