08/03/2026
Strange Happenings in Alamosa
The day was hot and still, as it often was in the high desert. A hint of moisture in the air made it muggy, oppressive, and everyone was loosening buttons and collars as much as propriety allowed, avoiding moving in favor of porch sitting and lingering in the shade and mopping sweat from brows.
As the wind kicked up, some folks let out sighs of relief, figuring the daily monsoon would be through to cool things off. But that wind kept kicking up and getting stronger, sending swirls of dust and dirt through the street and sending many scurrying inside and others to get their horses under cover.
Black cloud banks built and a flurry of rain and hail pelted the street, sending any stragglers running for cover. Fierce lightning struck the bell tower on the church and the sound rang out amidst the thunder. Startled screams and cries rang through, too, but that was drowned out by the storm.
As quick as it come up, the storm was gone, the air colder, now, and some even swore there was frost on the horse trough outside the boarding house but most said that was imagination run wild, inspired by the freak storm and the oppressive heat before it.
There was little damage from the hail or the lightning, so folks just sort of settled back into their days, more vitality in their steps because of the cooler air. It was time to get
on with the day.
Few people noticed the oddly dressed strangers on the edge of town that day, and couldn’t quite figure out when or how they came into town - there wasn’t a stage coach that day, and these strangers just seemed to come out of the haze of the rapidly cooling summer air.
Stranger things have happened in this Valley than unknowns showing up, of course, but that storm… there was something about it that shifted the air and it never settled back in.
It became even stranger, truth be told, when that rich out of towner, A.I. Altman, who was planning to destroy our favorite watering hole with some big factory no one really understood, turned up dead.
And all those outlaws been running around, too, and those strangers who don’t talk or dress right… makes our town feel too crowded, and there’s just that strange shift in the air, still…
The Sheriff has asked us all to gather at the School House (the Narrow Gauge Book Coop) to try and sort out who killed that A.I. Altman. We’re supposed to be there at 5pm on August 7th to get our assignments and start sorting out clues. This mystery is mighty unsettling, and we’d like to get it solved sooner than later.