 | Well howdy there, stranger! Welcome to Cedar Creek, the rowdiest lil' boomtown this side of the Dakota Territory. Nestled 'long a winding tributary of the Cannonball River and hitched tight to the Chicago & North Western Railway, we're a bustling stop where miners, railmen, and all manner of adventurers come to strike it rich or drink their blues away. Step on into our dusty streets and you’ll find more excitement and danger than a wild bronco on a bucking spree. Our saloon doors are always swingin', with poker games runnin' day and night, and whiskey flowin' like the river outside. Folks here might be rough around the edges, but we sure know how to extend a warm welcome—or a cold stare if you cross us wrong. I'm Sally, your guide and the purdiest saloon girl at the Godl Dust saloon. Whether you're lookin' to pan for some shiny gold or just sip on a sarsaparilla, I'll make sure you find what you're seekin'. Just remember, in Cedar Creek, we play as hard as we work, and we don't take kindly to any troublemakers. So hang your hat, kick off them dusty boots, and let the good times roll. Who knows, maybe Cedar Creek will be the place you find your fortune or at least a tale or two to tell when you're old and gray. Welcome, and watch your step—it gets a bit wild around here! |