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they were going to hurt you, I reckon,” the priest said dryly. Then, disappearing behind the rock, he
     reappeared moments later, leading the sleekest looking horse I had ever seen. Its coat and mane jet-black and seemed to shimmer
     like silver beneath the overpowering glare of the sun.
    “Where’s your horse?” the priest asked, staring at me.
    “Horse?” I breathed. “I was on a train.”
    “A train you say?” the priest said, sounding bemused and pulling the brim of his hat down over his eyes. “The
     nearest railroad is ten miles away, back in the town of Black Water Gap.”
    “How far am I from Aldgate?” I asked him.
    “Never heard of it, little lady,” he said, turning his horse, its long black tail swishing away a swarm of flies.
    “I can take you to Crows Ranch,” he offered, looking back over his shoulder at me.
    “Where am I? This isn’t London, is it?” I asked him, my head pounding and feeling lost and disorientated.
     “What year is this?”
    “No, this isn’t London, and the year?” he half-smiled beneath his moustache, “It’s 1888 and
     I’ve got me some Vrykolakas to catch.”
    “Vrykolakas?” I asked, feeling dizzy.
    “Vampires, my dear child,
vampires
,” the priest smiled.
    Unable to support me any longer, my knees gave way, and I collapsed, the new world I found myself in turning black before
     me.

Chapter Three
    The black changed to grey then back to black again. I felt so tired and my head still hurt. I just wanted to sleep. So I did.
     But in the darkness I could hear voices and the sound of wheels rattling over a rough and uneven terrain.
    “Who is she?” one of the voices asked in a hushed whisper.
    “Dunno,” another said, and it sounded familiar. “But she sure knows how to handle a gun.”
    The world seemed to lurch, jolt, then right itself again. I wanted to open my eyes to see who it was that was speaking. My
     eyelids felt so heavy, as if being held down by two invisible thumbs. So I slipped back down into the darkness and let it
     wrap itself around me like a thick coat. But the voices continued, each one of them just above a whisper.
    “Where did she come from?”
    “I don’t know that either, but she moved with the agility and speed of a cat,” the voice said again, and
     in the dark I saw a priest, his white collar shining out of the black.
    Wheels spinning beneath me and the smell of dust and old leather stirred me from my sleep –
nightmare
.
    “How fast was she?” someone asked the priest.
    “Fast!” came his hushed reply. “She killed five men. The last of them didn’t know his brains were
     flying out the back of his head ‘til he was lying on his ass, twitching and jerking.”
    In my dream-like state, I remembered arriving in the desert…
    …The wind was warm like the heat from the hairdryer in my flat. There was something on my head – it was a wide-brimmed
     hat – dark brown and made of leather. I wore a dark grey top, rough woven jeans, boots, and a long brown coat. As I
     watched the coat tails flap about my legs in the breeze, I wondered where I was and why I was a dressed like a cowboy –
     cowgirl?
    Hadn’t I just been on a tube train? I wondered, my mind racing. There had been someone else, a man. His arm had been
     tight about my throat. A vampire! But where was I now? This wasn’t London. This wasn’t Liverpool Street Tube Station,
     right?
    I looked around me, and for as far as I could see, the ground stretched away on a flat and even plain. It was cracked, as
     if it hadn’t felt rain upon it for years. Puffs of dust blew up into the air, and in the distance I could hear the sound
     of a buzzard screeching. There were thick, dried-out looking shrubs sticking up from the ground. Then, in the distance, I
     could see a row of shapes moving towards me. They appeared to shimmer in the heat – but as they drew closer, I could
     see they were people and they were coming towards me on horses.
    Maybe they could help me? I