Well, 'twas the anniversary yesterday of my earth landing, Nov. 8. . . . Thank you to those who sent me a Happy Birthday note:)
Yeah, it was 1849 . . . I landed in a steam-punk airship, many moons ago, with its many fine hand-crafted Victorian appointments. I alighted in a field, luckily, a few buttes over from Nella-Meda gold mining camp where the ol' diggers and carpet baggers there had recently been having problems with the natives . . . and the Toylona (the "giant person(s)).
I was able to use my wing pack and glided all the way to the giant cavern, near the Trinity River, roundabouts the mountain known there as the "Temple of Set". Unfortunately, a guardian blocked my search for repast and shade at the mysterious place, where I merely wanted to have a look around, so I glided on my way to an old camp of Mangus Colorado's and found there some of his scouts who shared with me some excellent venison and a sage-spiced rabbit and root stew. . . . I gave them a New Testament in their own language, told them to stop torturing their captives, and traded one of them my fedora for a pair of buckskin knee-high moccasins.
Thence I took myself and my walking stick (which secretly harbored an air-compressor mini-projectile launcher--for use against possible brigands) . . . and made my way to a place I'd heard of--a new territory called "Deseret" up north . . . where word had it a new magic cult was getting established. . . .
But I digress.....
Thanks for the birthday nods:)