Belly up to the bar, cowgirl.
♫ A, b, c, d, e, f, g...♫
Flora Temple's home. She lived in Castle Dome City until she was 92. By that time electricity had reached the city.
The forge at the Blacksmith Shop.
As I wander around this desolate ghost town, all that is left here are the possessions belonging to the souls who once lived and worked here. I am reminded of a time when my soul was this desolate before I was irresistibly drawn by God. My heart and soul were a ghost town before I knew Jesus. I was without hope. Jesus now dwells in me and because of Him new life and hope have sprung up in this former ghost town.
Jail cell.
"I'm innocent. I swear! You've got the wrong cowgirl."
Stage Depot
The Mercantile
A little girl's doll and boots. I wonder who she was and what became of her. This is all the memory that is left of her. God remembers who she is.
A picnic lunch with G and Richard and Donna.
No trespassing at the mine! Two filled graves and one empty grave waiting to be filled. The grave markers read:
1st Trespasser: Shoot first and ...What?
2nd Trespasser: "But I caint read." Oh well...
3rd Trespasser: Next..?
Miner's bunkhouse
Miner's bath house
Miner's Graveyard
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