Storm to the Past: A Time Travel Western Read Online Free

listened, then stood and said, “Okay, follow me and put him in the back cell, and while you’re at it, untie him.”
    Adam laid Liam on a cot, then untied him. He stepped out of the cell and Noel locked it.
    “Okay,” said the sheriff. “We’ll let him sleep it off, then in the morning, he’ll calm down and I’ll let him go.”
    Adam yelled, “What’d you mean, let him go? He tried to kill me and he assaulted Owen?”
    “Son,” the sheriff told him. “You need to calm down. If Liam really wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t be here, you’d be at the undertakers. He was only playing with you.”
    “Oh my god,” exclaimed Adam. “I can’t believe this. What kind of sheriff are you?”
    The sheriff with fire in his eyes said between clenched teeth, “The kind that will pistol whip you and leave you for dead. Now all of you, get out of my office.”
    Owen said, “Come on boys, let’s go. I’m sorry, but just like Abagail said, He’s worthless, but he’s all we have for the law.”
    “I don’t understand any of this,” said Nate. “I just want to go home.”
    “Why don’t you boys come back to my house,” Owen said. “Since it’s getting so late? In the morning I’ll help you try to figure things out. We’ll go to the library and check maps and charts. I’m sure will find something?”
    “You’re very kind, Sir. Are you sure it’s okay?”
    “Of course it’s alright, Owen explained. “Plus, I told my daughter to order some steaks for us and she’ll bring them with her when she comes home. Then you’ll get that meal I promised you earlier. Before the trouble with Liam.”
    “Sounds good to me,” said Nate.
    “Then come on. I live just a little way out of town.” Adam and Nate followed Owen to a Victorian style home.
    “Wow!” Exclaimed Adam. “Your home is beautiful. You don’t see homes like this anymore.”
    “Thank you Adam. It was built by my father. Are you a carpenter?”
    “Yeah.,” Adam answered. “I’m really just a handyman, but I’ve had all kinds of jobs. What I truly love to do is work with my hands.”
    “Nothing wrong with that. What do you do for a living Nate?”
    “I’m a stock broker. I help clients invest their money in businesses and stocks.”
    “Is that something like a banker?” asked Owen.
    “No sir. I’m a stock broker. There’s a big difference.”
    Adam could tell Nate didn’t like the way the conversation was going, so he said, “Nate’s very good at what he does. Anyway, thank you again for taking us into your home.”
    “It’s no trouble,” Owen told them. “No trouble at all.”
    The friends followed Owen into the house they noticed it was a beautiful Victorian home with simple, rustic furniture like you could see in a museum. They felt as if they had stepped into a home from the past, yet everything looked new.
    “But,” thought Adam. “It couldn’t be new. It had to be old.”
    Owen gave them a tour of the house and then they went to the dining room where Abagail had the table set and the food was prepared.
    “Thank you my darling daughter. You’re such an angel,” he gave her a peck on her cheek.
    “It was nothing, please, all of you take your seats and enjoy the meal.”
    “Thank you Miss, said Adam. “This looks wonderful. Isn’t it Nate?”
    Nate shook his head in agreement.
    Nate and Adam were so hungry, they gobbled the food down. After dinner, Owen said, “Let’s go to my study and relax.” He offered them some brandy, which Nate accepted, but Adam said, “No thank you.” He was looking around the room and was very impressed with the book collection.
    “Owen,” he said. “I love your collection of books. Your selection of all the great writers is very impressive.”
    “Thank you Adam. You should check out my latest book. I got it at a seminary I attended in New York two years ago. It’s called The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. The author’s name is Mark Twain, and he even signed it for me. Take a