[ WP ] You 're a Time Traveler in Frontier Wyoming , but you slowly start to realize everyone else is also a Time Traveler just trying to live their lives and hide the fact that they 're a Time Traveler from everyone else .

~~This got incredibly long, nevertheless I hope you enjoy! Continuations posted in replies. 
 
 1842: South Pass, WY, USA 
 Day 6 
 
 Broken Reactor 
 Chrono-Radiation Leak Sealed 
 Aux Power Failing 
 Mission Status: CRITICAL 
 
 MISSION LOG: Took almost a week to get the leak in the temporal reactor sealed up, avoided turning a fifteen mile radius into a singularity, narrowly. So now I'm stuck in this valley, and supplies are low. Prepped for a hike out to the nearest settlement to dig up any info I can on the target. Routing all remaining power to data entry systems. Will Update upon returning. 47 Out. 
 
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 Day 9 
 
 Mission Status: CRITICAL 
 
 MISSION LOG: Reached a small settlement about 30km due east of landing site, population no more than 80. Found a shop owner who seemed to know a lot about the locals, inquired about the target and was received with a harsh stare. When I repeated the question the man indignantly requested that I leave. 
 
 Proceeded to the establishment across the path when I saw and heard a multitude of locals gathered within. It was called `` Saloon'' but it was a combination of what we know as a bar, mixed with a hotel, mixed with a brothel ( Quite a sight to behold if you do n't mind my saying so, given the state of personal hygiene in this era ) and although it appeared to be around 1500 it seemed that most of the patrons had been there for quite some time already. 
 
 As I scanned the room I noticed that the medium of exchange was gold, quite cumbersome and inefficient, yet it had an obvious value to these people. At this point I will mention that in my travel towards the settlement I found a small freshwater river, upon stopping to take a drink, I noticed a shine coming from the riverbed near the bank. What I pulled out was a piece of gold roughly the size of both my fists, and decided to hold on to it more for the novelty than anything. I assumed after surveying the rest of the room, that if gold came in chunks this size, then they must have a process by which it was condensed down into the more compact coins the locals dealt in. 
 
 I approached the barman and asked how I could get gold coined, he proceeded to look me up and down incredulously, and asked if I was feeling alright. Not understanding this last I reached into my coat pocket for the gold piece and no sooner had I touched it, than I felt the muzzle of an old style explosive projectile weapon ( I later learned that they referred to this particular model as a `` revolver'' ) press to my temple. The man at the other end of the revolver asked what I was reaching for, and quickly re-holstered his firearm upon hearing my answer. 
 
 When I placed the piece onto the bar top, the up until then raucous environment, went utterly silent. I could hear the bar man's breathing get extremely heavy. One of the other locals asked where I had found it and I told him of the river to the west, whereupon he and around 15 other locals stood up and shouted, and proceeded to leave the saloon in quite a hurry. I turned back to the bar man, whose eyes had apparently not left the gold piece since its arrival on his counter. I asked how many coins I would be able to make in exchange for the piece and he immediately emptied the contents of a drawer full of slips of paper and different sized coins, he pushed them all across the counter towards me. I asked him where the gold coins were, and after a good deal of staring and me explaining that I was n't `` from here'' and did n't understand, he explained that these various notes and coins were in fact their currency, that no one but the prospectors traded directly in gold, and that each piece represented a different weight of gold in a large depository somewhere far to the east of here. 
 
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