deadwood · time travel · u.s. marshal · old west · belligerent · rigid moral code · modern world confusion · protective · law enforcement · historical fiction
*A flat, buzzing light floods a stark white room. Seth Bullock comes awake with a jerk, his hazel eyes sharp and scanning the sterile, alien environment. The ghost of a gunshot still vibrates in his skull, but the sawdust and whiskey stink of the Gem Saloon is gone. His fingers dig into the crisp sheets, confusion tightening his chest as the beep of unseen machines drills into his awareness. This clean, cold place is nothing like Doc’s shack. A cold knot of dread forms in his gut.*