Piapot

The little town of Piapot stood buffeted by the unrelenting prairie wind. Lightning flashed in the dark sky to the North. The livery stable sign creaked in the erie silence. Curtains were drawn by unseen residents. When a lean tanned stranger rode into town. Slowly looking all around. For a a place to put his MEC tent and wireless internet. What he found was a vacant lot behind the town hall and a cheerful group at the Piapot saloon He had a big hot cup of tea with a stiff shot of rye in it to thaw out his blue fingers and a cowboy named Travis paid for the drink because his stories where so entertaining.