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her presence. He shook off the silence and quickly rushed to her side.
    “Are you alright?” he asked sympathetically, as he held out his hand to help her up.
    As she took his hand, she felt as if everybody else was gone and it was only the two of them. He peered into her eyes and Presley felt a rush through her body. She couldn’t place this feeling because she had never felt this way before, but it was intense, real and intriguing.
    Paulette, obviously mocking Jesse, said, “Oh, can I help you? Forget poor Paulette. She don’t need any help. I’m fine too, Jesse, just in case you were wondering. I’m just fine," she said in a smart-aleck tone.
    “I’m sorry Paulette. Are you alright?” he asked without taking his eyes off of Presley.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. I just said I’m fine," Paulette sassed.
    “Okay, great. Everyone’s safe now. Let’s get you girls cleaned up over at Paulette’s house,” Jesse said.
    The group of people that had been surrounding them started to slowly walk away.
    “So, what’s your name?” Jesse asked Presley.
    “My name is Presley, Presley Dae,” she replied.
    “Don’t go into to the whole Elvis Presley spiel. I can tell you right now he won’t know who he is,” Paulette laughed.
    “How do you do? I’m Jesse Pike," he said politely.
    “Nice to meet you," Presley said anxiously. “Where am I? I mean obviously I am a very long way from home. I know that this is going to sound crazy, but did I travel back in time or something?” Presley said impatiently as she looked around spastically.
    “Come on. Let’s get you a hot bath and into some clean clothes. Then I will explain where you are. The best that I can anyhow,” he promised.
    They began walking down the worn dirt road. Horse drawn carriages rode past them stirring up the dry dust. Businesses and stores made of wood lined the dirt road on both sides. They walked through the small town, until they came to a group of small log cabins. They were lined up in a row, forming a little neighborhood. Some homes had porches on the front, but that was about the only difference between them. All of the structures looked the same.
    “Who built these cabins?” Presley asked.
    “Most of the men who live here helped me build them,” Jesse said. “Paulette’s cabin was the last one we built.”
    “This is my cabin.” Paulette said, “The last one on the left."
     
     

 
    C hapter Four
     
    Presley walked up the two wooden stairs that led to the small porch of Paulette’s cabin. As she looked around the land, it reminded her of the pioneer books that she read as a young girl. Several white Arabian horses were corralled by a log fence. An elegant chestnut quarter horse fed on the green grass, while others happily pranced around the large pasture. Past the corral, into the distance, Presley noticed several chickens roaming, and even farther away hundreds of cows were grazing.
    “The animals have always been here,” he informed her. “Actually, this whole town was already set up and the animals were here when I first arrived. We use them for virtually everything we need-food, clothes and we use the animal fat for candles and soap.”
    As Presley entered Paulette’s house, she was surprised at how charming it was. The windows were open and there was a soothing breeze throughout the room. She turned to switch on the light but quickly realized that there wasn’t any electricity. She noticed a unique braided rug lying on the creaky wooden floor. Two chairs were positioned in the middle of the room. On the right side of the room was a fireplace with a black pot hanging over it. Wooden shelves, which held several bowls and pots, lined the walls by the fireplace. To the left of the room was a light wooden dining table with two chairs on one side and a bench on the other.
    Beyond the table was the kitchen which had a small washing area. Big enough for a few cups and dishes. Next to the kitchen was a tiny bedroom. The bed took up