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hitting the area between my shoulder blades with the flat of his
     hand.
    “Way more than is good for me,” I choked. I glanced across the fire and could see a half-smile tugging at the
     corners of Harry’s lips.
Arsehole
, I thought to myself. The good-looking ones always were.
    Once I had gotten to grips with the coughing fit, I let the cigarette dangle between my fingers, taking just the smallest
     of puffs every now and then. I didn’t want to amuse Harry any further.
    “Let’s eat,” Louise said, picking up a stack of tin plates which were on the ground beside her. She handed
     them around, while Zoe gave out forks. Louise removed the lid from the pot which hung over the fire. A waft of steam belched
     up into the night and disappeared. The smell of the food was wonderful and my stomach knotted. I couldn’t remember when
     I had last eaten. I knew it had to have been back in London, and knowing my love of fast food, it had probably been a Big
     Mac. No more Big Macs, large fries, and chocolate milkshakes for me – not for another seventy years or so, if I truly
     was in the late 1800’s. Louise ladled a heap of the stew and chilli beans onto my plate, and to be honest, it smelt
     way better than any burger I had ever eaten.
    I forked some of the stew into my mouth and started coughing all over again. The beans were very hot in flavour, and my tongue
     burnt as if I had just drank a bottle of Tabasco sauce. With my eyes watering and my nose running, I turned away so Harry
     couldn’t take delight in my suffering again.
    “Water,” I heard the preacher say.
    Holding my throat with my free hand, someone thrust a small flask at me. I looked up to see Harry towering over me. I took
     the flask and gulped from it, hoping that the water would soothe my throat. But it wasn’t water and Harry knew it. The
     whiskey washed over my tongue, almost scalding the inside of my mouth. The taste mixed with the chilli beans took my breath
     away and I gasped and spluttered. With my eyes red-rimmed, and snot streaming from my nose, I stared up at Harry.
    “You dick…” I started.
    “No,
Harry
,” he half-smiled again.
    “I said give the girl water, Harry,” the preacher snapped, rushing towards me. “Not whiskey!”
    “Oh, shit,” Harry said, taking the flask from me, his grey eyes now twinkling. “I gave her the wrong…”
    But before he could finish, Zoe was kneeling beside me and thrusting a leather-bound canteen into my free hand. “Drink
     some of this,” she urged.
    I placed it against my lips, tilted my head back, and gulped down the water. It was cold, and it cooled the inside of my mouth,
     washing away the taste of the whiskey and chilli. Handing the canteen back to Zoe, I thanked her and watched Harry sit down
     by the fire again.
    He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Sorry, it was an honest mistake.”
    “Whatever,” I scowled. I pushed the beans to the edge of my plate and forked up some of the stew.
    “Are you all right?” Louise asked around a mouthful of the beans.
    “No, not really,” I said, without looking up, not wanting to make eye contact with Harry. He wasn’t hot
     – he was a dickhead.
    “What’s wrong?” Zoe asked, and her voice was soft, like she really cared.
    Placing my food to one side, I looked at her and said, “I shouldn’t be here. None of you are real – you
     can’t be. I’m from another place, another time, and I want to go back.”
    Then, moving faster than I could blink, the four of them were standing before me, their guns drawn.

Chapter Five
    As quickly as they had drawn their guns, I had drawn mine, and I was standing. My arms were locked straight out in front.
     They looked at me, never once taking their eyes from the revolvers that I had pointed on them. Again, I was surprised at the
     speed in which I had sprung to my feet and drawn my weapons.
    “You were right, Preacher,” Harry said, keeping his eyes on me. “She is