Eagle Frontier

It was less like going back in time and more like entering another dimension.

“It’s not late, you know. We could still get some work in before the sun sets!”

“Can we grab dinner first...? I’m starving.” Frankie’s patterned stomach growled.

American flags lined every building. Past said buildings, the only rides you saw were mostly coasters made of wood. The sand beneath their feet was a bold choice, but they quickly realized it wasn’t real sand. It didn’t stick to their shoes, and it was a hell of a lot easier to walk on than the natural kind.

Here in Eagle Frontier, they finally got to see Kidney’s dedication to immersion take full effect. The buildings were about as period-accurate to the late 300’s as any modern tourist could find them to be. There was lots and lots of wood, and not much else. Employees dressed in appropriate western attire even rode live horses around the deceptively complex branching paths of the town, certainly one-upping the man-drawn carriage of their hometown park owner. Of course, the stallions didn’t smell like you might expect them to, and the sisters didn’t see any of their waste lying around either. Maybe they’d been given some seriously weird trickery, maybe the staff was just quick on the cleanup. Point was, none of this actually crossed their minds to begin with. The girls were thoroughly convinced in this place’s realism- about as convinced as two young adults could be.

It was also here they started noticing it- other people like them, betting tokens and trading silver. Once you spotted it, you couldn’t not see it- all around you, folks were gambling their pieces. Unlike the sisters’ first game, though, they actually looked like they were having a good bit of fun. ‘Made Katie a tad more hopeful about their prospects of enjoyment, but Frankie was just pissed that no matter what she did it always became a struggle for survival.

“Where should we eat?” Frankie’d pulled up a map of the park on her phone, searching the area. Katie was focused on what was actually around them.

“How about there?” She pointed to a saloon serving alcohol.

Frankie looked up from her screen. “I’ll pass. Neither of us can drink, Katie.”

“You haven’t checked the laws here yet, you don’t know that.”

“I don’t feel like drinking, okay? Here- how about… this?”

She pointed to one of the orange icons indicating refreshment services. However, it was also an attraction, marked in blue- a large building the map listed as the “Freedom Hall.”

“Sure! Dinner and an attraction, then.”

The two scurried off to it, eventually finding the building at the end of a road. It was a headstone attraction, with people pouring in and out. Red, white, and wooded, the museum couldn’t have looked more patriotic if it was made of guns shooting star-spangled banners. Etched into the large oak sign above the open doors were the visages of all seventeen presidents.