Devious Deadwood
How-do Pan Revelers!
Glad to find myself here partyin' with the rest a you crazies. Pan means a lot ta us all here in the Westerns Genre an we're celebratin' its rise from those dang ashes right along with you.
Speakin' a-celebratin', there's a fair bunch a-us proud an happy as hoopleheads strikin' a main vein about our new novel which is still just a little sprout a couple moons old. Deadwood is the first new novel addition to the Westerns Genre in years. It's summer of 1876 in South Dakoty and ta say that there ain't no law in this here bustlin' gold minin' camp is a serious understatement of the facts at hand. Some folks is a-scramblin' ta git their claims validated proper an others are busier'n a ringtail cat in a room full a rockin' chairs settin' up shop ta see them fellers got everythin' they need ta aid 'em in workin' them holdins. 
Me an James Butler Hickok, better known ta those of you who ain't his best friend like me as Wild Bill, just rode into camp where I'm purty sure he'll be cleanin' out the pockets a-any who dares sit across the poker table from him and during dry spells when I ain't imbibin' yours truly'll likely be workin' a trail frought with danger carryin' the mail for them Pony Express people. Mebbe guarding some freight for Bill n me's good friend Charlie Utter, that is if'n he ever shows up.
Gem Saloon owner and operator Al Swearengen is already making a killing (pun fully intended and with a certain malice!). Cryin' shame the way he's treatin' that new filly a his, Lilith. No tellin' what'll become a her. He's got a right nasty crew up in there so's I would steer clear if'n you know what's best for your hide. That gal Trixie works there is a pretty good egg though. Too rough around the edges for most folks due to her irritable attitude and seedy profession but I like her just fine. Bought me a beer and talked to me right out there in the street like I was her friend or somethin'. Moved me to tear up. Naw, it didn't. I'm just goshin' ya.
Them Bella Union folks ain't arrived yet but I can smell trouble a-comin' down. When you been scoutin' the trail long as I have you gets a feelin' 'bout such things. Feels it in your bones. There's this fancy gal name a Joanie Stubbs strikes me as odd. She's as purty as a picture and talks like one of them fancy royals I met one time back on a huntin' trip when I was a guide. Heard her swear right good though. Sounded so natural a-comin' outta her mouth it had me scratchin' my noggin. Somethin' that strange to camp can't be good for her or itself.
Entrepenuer and soon-to-be sheriff Seth Bullock and his crazy Jew partner Sol Star should be arriving any day now. Trouble's gonna brew with Al over to the Gem if'n them two step on his toes with their business plans. Al's funny that way. He don't allow for no cuttin' in on his action with duplication of his wares. Those that don't comply end up as fodder for Mr. Wu's pigs.
That scruffy Jack McCall is shufflin' around camp suffering some from nasty malady that ain't polite to mention in mixed company--syph I reckon. He ain't never gonna get the chance to shoot my best friend Wild Bill whilst I still got breath in my lungs and bullets left in my gun. Them fancy Yankton pricks is fixin' ta annex the camp unless ol' Al can grease 'em up good with some proper bribes. Prolly won't work though 'cause in my opinion once you pay you never stop payin' til your six feet under.
Then there's them shifty-eyed celestials runnin' China Man's alley. That Mr. Wu ain't showed his face yet an them 'pothecary fellers Fee Lee Wong and Jae Soo Luo neither but I did hear of a little gal name of Lin Xin Kong working over to the laundry or some such. Oh and there's that crazy gal what lost her husband an put it to Al but good--Mercy Blackwell. Ain't never seen nothin' like it 'round here. Got some wild cards in the mix I'm a-keepin' my eye on, a Morgan Williams, Sky, an one Mr. Jebediah Stone. Gonna be a-watchin' what them three do real close like. Good a job I do depends on how drunk I gets and stays. heh heh Maybe all them folks oughta be espying me instead. Never know what a gal like me might be inclined to do when the bourbon sops her common sense an rattles her brain. Hell fire I can't wait ta see what I get myself into neither! heh heh
Yours truly, 
Calam
Postscript: Hey, is my picture gonna be in this here paper? heh heh
