February 10, 1901

Tombstone. 

I walked into town this evening and waved to Miss Angel and Mr. Ben. “Hi!!! Angel guess what! I remember everything!!!” 

“And on that note its prolly best I head off,” Mr. Ben said. 

“Hello Natalie, and reemember everything? Vat do you mean?” Miss Angel asked. 

“Aww why Mr Ben?” I looked at him with a frown. “You ain’t done nothin’ wrong lately. Not that I know of, anyways.” 

“I’ll be back later,” he said and headed off. 

“Miss Angel, I fell off my horse when we was in Canada,” I said when we were alone. “I lost my memory but then some monk guy gave me some herbs and stuff and I’m all better now!” 

“Oh vell, that’s good little vone. Am glad to hear you’re better.” 

“Uh huh! Me too! Now I just gotta get over bein’ afraid of big horses and I’ll be okay. I ain’t ridden a horse since I fell off that big one I was ridin’ with Uncle Joshua.” 

“Yha vell it vill be fine evetually juzt got to keep trying. Remember accidents happen even vith horses.” 

Miss Angel headed off then and I walked over to the orphanage. I walked inside, pushing open the big door, and saw Mill and Jeff. I told them that I remembered everything and that a monk helped me in the tent in Goldfield. 

“Do you member the two dollars Mildew let ya borrow?” Jeff asked. 

“He don’t ever give me money!” I looked at him. 

“Welp but… Well darn it,” he said and Mill laughed.

“What about the ice cream you promised me?” 

“We can do ice cream. I ain’t gonna say no to that.” 

“Yay! Who’s payin’?” 

“I might even get some for Mildew too, just to celebrate. Have you guys seen Buster around?” 

“Who’s Buster?” Mill asked. 

“Naw I didn’t see him nowhere,” Jeff said. “That’s someone the forgotted Natalie knew.” 

“I met him at school. He was real nice. We played a game on the bridge.” 

“A game?” Millard asked. 

“We threw a stick in the water and then ran to the other side. Whoever’s stick got out first was the winner.” 

“Does Buster have a momma or daddy?” Jeff asked. 

“He lives with his Uncle David and Aunt Meg. He showed me his house and I showed him mine.” 

“Oh. Welp he musta not be here. I ain’t seen him.” 

“Yeah. You guys wanna go get ice cream? Ma gave me money to celebrate with my friends.” 

We ran outside and went to the ice cream store where I paid for their ice cream and got chocolate ice cream for myself. We talked about how there was a clinic in behind the ice cream area and Mill said it was just for checkups. We went to look at the eye chart and each of us read it, but the lower lines were harder to read. We talked about how Ma was gonna write out her cases from work so they weren’t forgotten, like Sherlock Holmes. We talked about how Ma had her office in Black Diamond and Pa was on duty in Bisbee lots.

“But Tombstone really ain’t gonna be no ghost town, right?” Jeff asked. 

“Nah, I don’t think it will,” I said. “’specially if we keep givin’ people lots to do like story time and stuff.” 

“ANYBODY AROUND?!?!?!?!” Millard shouted then and made us jump. 

“What do ya need Millard?” Mr. Kris shouted and then came over. 

“See? Mr. Kris is here,” Jeff pointed. 

“See??? It ain’t a ghost!” I exclaimed. 

“Oh! So somebody is! Howdy marshal.” Millard grinned. 

“What’s going on?” Mr. Kris asked. 

“Mildew saids Tombstone is coming a ghost town maybe,” Jeff said. “That’s not true, right Mr. Kris?” 

“We was just sating how the town seems like a ghost town,” Mill said. “I didn’t reckon nobody would actually hear.” 

“Eh well who knows maybe people are just busy,” Mr. Kris said. 

“Maybe,” Millard said. 

“That means less people for ya to lock up right Mister Kris?” I asked. 

“Heh… Right kids.” Mr. Kris chuckled. 

“Hey guys…?” I looked at them. “I tryin’ to get not afraid of horses again… I dunno how. I can pet the little ones... but the big ones scare me. And I ain’t ready to ride ’em again.” 

“You gotta kiss em in the mouth Natalie.” Jeff snickered. 

“Kiss a horse?” I blinked. “I ain’t kissin’ no horse. I ain’t kissin’ no frog either.” 

Jeff claimed then that he was the new sheriff cause he had a badge and a slingshot so we said he could catch the bad guys. There was a bone nearby and we all discussed what kind of bones it was and Mr. Kris said we were acting like Pinkertons. We talked ‘bout how I was going to help Ma with her journals and then talked about acting out a play or something and then after a while I headed home to bed.