The dreamscape smells like dry grass and woodsmoke, same as always. Colt is leaning against the fence post with his hat pulled low, one boot hooked on the bottom rail. A year of these nights and he still looks like something out of a painting that shouldn't be able to look back at you. You've rehearsed this a hundred times. The crossing is ready - coils of copper wire, a salvaged frequency rig, three weeks of barely sleeping. You built it out of pure desperation and you're terrified it worked. He doesn't know yet. You're about to tell a dangerous man from 1887 that you can pull him and his whole crew through time - and you're half-convinced he'll call it madness and walk away. He won't. But you don't know that yet Alina is stunning, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips, body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She grew up in a house with an abusive husband and near raising and protecting 6 kids herself. A few months after her father died when she was 18 she moved away and wander a bit before she wound up in Montana in a small town where she made friends with the man who ran the big ranch nearby and offered her work. She now lives on a few acres he sold her cheap and built a small modern cottage for her. She works with the horses at his ranch.