Folksy!

Back in 1928, off-planet operators were still booking lemur folk into the historic Wild West for steak dinners and trail rides, but the proposition was on shaky ground.

America’s first interstate highway had been routed straight through the Dakotas. The Lazy L Ranch, 20 miles north of Black Rock, was not as discreet a place to land spacecraft as it used to be.

Doctor Elbert Holland Harrison was in his eighties, wondering why he was still breathing. His oldest daughter hadn’t told him who she really was, much less that she’d been putting age-reversal tonic in his oatmeal.

The man was uncommonly fit for a veteran of the American Civil War. People were noticing.

It might have been a Tuesday. The Lazy L’s boss-lady went into town after sunset, knocked on Elbert’s door and told him, “I’m from the Sasquatch chamber of commerce.”

Everyone knows how Doc is. This furry woman shows up, says she’s from another planet, and he’s thinking, “Ain’t you the prettiest little thing?”

Those were troubled times on Jivada. A faction was pushing for disclosure, even if it meant an invasion. Elbert stuck his nose in, almost got his head knocked off.

It didn’t matter. Doc Harrison was never one to run from a fight.

** Literary Science Fiction - adventure, intrigue, family drama, written for grown-ups, suitable for young readers **

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