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Chinaman's Chance

... Sarah," I said. "I won't forget your kindness." "Just don't get caught," the young prostitute repeated and then walked on without looking back. "Stop gawking," Sammy urged me. "We are in a hurry. Our lives are in danger." I nodded, but continued gawking. The San Francisco I knew was gone. No skyscrapers. No Golden Gate Bridge. The fog had cleared so I could see the harbor: three-masted schooners, steamships blasting black smoke out of their stacks, side paddle wheelers. Most of the streets were dirt, or mud I should say, since it had recently rained. Still, the streets were crowded with people on foot, horseback and horse drawn carriages. Freight wagons with workmen loading and unloading goods added to the chaos around us. I was hopeful I could get lost and forgotten in this chaos. I was less hopeful of ever returning home to my own time. We ducked into a narrow alley behind a livery stable and entered a barn through some loosened boards in the back. Once I got used to the dim light, I could tell it was used to store a couple of carriages. There was a small pile of hay with a sleeping mat on it. "We'll be safe here and then we'll have to move again after dark," Sammy said. "What happens after that?" "I get you out of San Francisco and then you get yourself as far away from here as possible, preferably where there are no tongs." "No thanks," I said. "I have unfinished business here." "May I ask what unfinished business you have that is so important you would risk your ...

... freedom and possibly your life?" "I am going to kill Madame Bordeaux and those men who raped me." Sammy stared at me goggled-eyed and uttered something in Chinese. "A little girl is going to kill a brothel owner, three policemen, a judge and two prominent businessmen." He shook his head in disbelief. "Not that you do not have reason to seek vengeance, but I think it's more likely you will get yourself killed going after just one of them." "It's possible," I conceded. "But I'll do it or die trying." "I risked my life and ruined my plans for a lunatic." "You don't even know the half of it," I responded. "I am from the twenty-first century, the year 2013 to be exact. I don't know how, but I got sent back in time to 1882. I was in an old hotel that was scheduled to be demolished. I believe the hotel is or will be in the exact location where that brothel now stands. The floor collapsed and I fell. Apparently, there was a time anomaly that I fell through and I landed in Sarah's bed." Sammy stared hard at me. I think he was tired of shaking his head. "You belong in an asylum." "You think so? You might be right. I'm finding it hard to believe. I certainly don't expect you to believe any of it." I fully expected the man to cut his losses and walk away. He started pacing up and down the small space we were in. "Perhaps the fall injured your brain and you are imagining all this." "I have thought of that," I said. "I have also thought that I might be experiencing a vivid nightmare. But the ...