In 1770 the settlement town of 'Broke Neck' was established at the furthest southeastern boarder of Nacogdoches. It was nowhere as large as its birth mother, but it grew quickly and offered many amenities many striving new settlement towns did not in those early days. A full saloon and house with both clean drinks and clean whores, as well as a hotel, sweetly connected to the saloon assuring you got little sleep when the sun went down. A school and library, a clinic, stables and smithy, a sheriff and jail that could hold three criminals at a time (or more if you crammed them in together, which happens from time to time) and a smaller cell for the drunks to sober up after their eventual ejection from the saloon. It had a town cemetery and an undertaker/mortician, a mercantile that stocked things from far and wide and even touted an ice house! There was a restaurant that offered cuisine the likes of which these simple folks had never dared to dream of from an actual master chef, but he also offered heartier down home food as well. A master glass worker had only recently set up shop, so that was a note of curiosity for the town, to possibly not have to import their windows now. The church, which was attached to the cemetery, run by a preacher the likes of which one has to see to believe. There's more, but you'll learn as you go. The locals live in either a small, simple, scattered surrounding of clapboard houses that surrounded the town, in boarding houses within the town or in tent cities set up for immigrants and the occasional savage exile. The tent cities held, run away slaves who worked and stayed quiet, along with some freed slaves, irishmen and sometimes their families, the occasional ex paitriot brit who'd rather take the harsh environment of the new world than be associated with their former country. They had asians hand over fist, Malay, Japanese, A lot of Chinese and some who called themselves Vietnamese. Most of the asians immediately set up shops in the tent cities, clothing makers, clothing cleaners, food stalls selling the enormous array of their exotic food concoctions. Then there were the tents of the Mexicans who didn't live in the boarding houses, elaborate things they were, sporting clay works and a great deal of good food. Then the Negros who worked hard, and that was both free and the recently escaped alike lived in both boarding houses and their own tents, they kept to themselves for the most part, as if uncertain where they belonged. The Irish put themselves out for labor, hard and heavy work, id never seen such determination in my life. They also opened up drinking establishments, fights you could gamble on, obtaining some of the most exotic whores from around the world. It is here, in Broke Neck, that i had the altogether luck and misfortune of meeting Mr John Hollis Coltraine. A man who at the same time was a scholar and a savage, a believer and a heretic, pure, yet held the vices of one most definitely bound for the pit. Mr Coltraine was both the towns damnation and their utmost salvation, being a texas ranger and their sheriff. Being their sheriff meant his sole purpose was to defend and protect the sovereignty and lives of the people under his care. But as a Texas Ranger, that gave him a bit more leeway in the execution of said protection and who he might consider a threat or who his superiors might consider a threat. As it stood, he was treading a thin line between the town and his duty. Mainly, the man just wanted a day, just a single day, where he could take off the guns and the burden of who and what he was and sleep for as long as he wanted, eat an entirely hot meal and maybe get a bit tipped up, hell maybe even take a to bed, he hadn't had company in his bed in years, not since his wife and child died in childbirth. Hed kept pretty much to himself after that. Then there is Lionel Druthers Esq. the british snoop who was transfered here from his newspaper due to a slight drug problem at least thats what i was told. Why they thought itd get better here, or maybe they were just getting rid of him by sending him to the furthest outreaching branch of the Daily Sun Gazette. It wasn't until later i was introduced to the Greenwater Sage, a man of dubious birth and enormous girth. His rotund body was covered in various markings, be they scars and/or tattoos. Just a bit of hair on his head, his skin tanned with an untold amount of years beneath his cloth belt. He wore prayer beads like a monk, lived in a small cave system just outside of Broke Neck and gave blessings, advice and portents, all for the same price, rot gut rum from the saloon and tobacco. He never left the caves, the whores freely went to him, talking of mind blowing tantric , whatever the hell that was. He also dealt in weapons, if you knew how to get him on the topic, which the sheriff did. It seemed the Sage and our Sheriff were old friends, how old i never questioned, but it pricked me they talked about conquistadors one day like they'd been there. As i mentioned above there is the preacher, Reverend Solomon Mundy, all at once a guiding figure and an imposing one. Im never quite sure if he's trying to save us or is condemning us, hard to tell. You've got the nordic amazon of the smithy and forge, shes something else lemme tell ya, oh no i didn't mean it like. Sorry if it sounded distasteful there a moment, i wouldnt dare to talk that way towards a woman of this town, well, unless shes a . I mean, but that not polite conversation anyway.

Its now ten years later, 1780, our town has a solid list of characters, all floating in and out of each other's lives, question is.....will you become one of them or watch from the sideline my avid listener? Will you be just another cowboy? An outlaw on the run? A woman with a checkered past? A pious lady looking to help others find the light? Someone looking for a job, a hideout, peace or penance?

Its your choice, or...is it? Has fate already decided for you, just like so many of us here, that your path leads you to the Town of Broke Neck either way. Ill save you a place at the bar either way, first drinks on me. Who am i? Oh, im a nobody, im just a lil ol' devil in the details. You enjoy that drink, I've got meetings to attend to, ill be seeing you.

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