[ 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 .

First submission. It went a little different than I expected and I think I'll change some of it later.: 
 
 Hard days in Wyoming are just like anywhere else, except a bit lonelier and a bit more beautiful. The sun was sinking into the horizon casting up some amazing colors. I was just getting lost in the newly colorful clouds when Lizzy, my fellow ranch hand, whistled for me to get going. 
 
 “ Get in the truck, got ta get back to the house before it ’ s dark. ” She said. 
 
 “ All right, all right. I hear ya. ” I said back, trying to copy her accent. 
 
 I dusted the hay off my pants and hopped in. Lizzy looked good in the big truck, though it always made her seem a little out of place. Her face was too soft for it. Apparently she grew up just north in Montana, though her accent didn ’ t really fit the place. It had a subtle sophistication that slipped through when she got passionate. 
 
 In the quiet I thought about the days events. Some weird sounds in the night had spooked a few of the horses into a far field. We were sent to investigate and get the horses back to their barn. When we arrived two younger black horses were standing against a fence. The older horses were opened on the other side, guts and mess still steaming. We gathered the young ones into the trailer before we hopped the fence and started to investigate. It would be difficult for any animal around here to take down one horse. With five down it was a little more suspicious. 
 
 Lizzy ’ s face had gone white looking at the mess. Looked like she was going to be sick. I had to study a little closer. The wounds seemed oddly familiar, but out of place. Something large had inflicted them, that was clear. The edges, where flesh and skin met open gash, were singed and seemingly cauterized. A sickly acidic smell lingered in the air. 
 
 What finally sealed the deal, though, was their stomachs. Well, the lack of stomachs. 
 
 “ Weird stuff out there today, huh. I ’ ve never seen footprints like that before. ” Lizzy said. 
 
 “ Yeah. Really weird stuff happening. ” I said. 
 
 “ We should get a hunting crew together, just in case. We ’ ll check out some of the surrounding area make sure whatever that thing was is gone. ” 
 
 A hunting crew? No way could 21st century weapons do shit against it. 
 
 “ Not so sure that ’ s a wise idea. You see what it did to those horses? Horses aren ’ t weak animals either. They ’ d have fought back or run. All five of them were down within a few yards. ” I said. 
 
 “ We ’ ve got ta do something. The Ze… ” she stopped and covered her mouth. 
 
 The Ze… could she really know about the Zefyre? They would, or should ’ t, exist for another thousand years. Yet all signs point to it. The acidic chews and missing stomachs. 
 “ Finish that sentence. ” I said. 
 
 “ Oh, it ’ s nothing. Just misspoke is all. ” 
 
 “ I ’ ll finish it for you. The Zef. I was thinking the same thing. ” I said, hoping she ’ d reciprocate the trust. 
 
 “ How do you know about… ” her eyes chased the thoughts in her head “ You ’ re a Traveler as well? ” 
 
 “ Seems so. ” I said. I still didn ’ t know if I could trust her. So we ’ d both run from the future, but that ’ s not so crazy when the future was pretty damned difficult to stay in. A war had been burning between the East and West for about two centuries. Automatic missile defenses had created an intractable land war. A stale front line had driven each side to greater and more horrific innovations. 
 
 That ’ s why I left. I had created the Zef hoping to end the conflict. To create something so difficult to kill and so horrible that the East would beg to surrender. However, the Zef quickly mutated and became an uncontrollable third party to the chaos. They decimated both sides, quickly taking over most of the front line territory. I tried to go back in time to correct my error, but overshot by about a thousand years. 
 
 I set out to Wyoming soon after gaining my bearings. After I knew the year I realized that there might still be a chance to stop the madness of the future.
