‘Trouble at its finest,’ Madame Selene, the proprietess smiled as she admired us as she sat on a chair with … More

We quietly rode back to the bay area which had more ships docked with white sails. The town had grown … More

We rode our horses in silence. The dead Spaniard in our thoughts. Then I asked a question, ‘All these years … More

We kept moving and a set up camp near a flowing river. After building a fire to warm myself, I … More

The whole night the inn burnt and I walked back to Chinatown and the old lady let me sleep in … More

1849 was only two years ago and the ships have flooded Yerba Buena cove. Whispers were going around that they … More