Last week we took a trip to The Black Hills in South Dakota. Vacations can be relaxing, adventurous, or even educational. We prefer a mixture of the three. My husband normally gets up at 5:30 every day to exercise before work, so an extra hour or two of sleep in the mornings was a luxury. We also enjoyed hiking mountain trails and trying to get a selfie picture with a bear (Don’t worry. We never actually saw one). For the education part, quick stop-and-looks at points of interest along the highway (those plaques are loaded with historical information), made for a well-rounded vacation.
Some people might say we are boring, but they don’t know the extent of our adventures. One night we actually stayed in Deadwood at a cheap motel called the Bunkhouse. The windows didn’t lock and the walls were as thin as paper mache. Can anyone say, “Danger zone?”
After an exciting evening of eating pizza and listening to really bad karaoke at the nearby casino café, we turned in. On a bed so hard it would have been an improvement to add nails, I finally fell asleep around midnight. About an hour later, I was abruptly awakened by loud voices outside our open window. Lucky for us, someone had called the police…
The officer questioned the drunken suspect, (still unclear whether he was the victim or the perpetrator. According to him, he was attacked.) I may have missed the very beginning of the scuffle as I was in a Tylenol PM induced coma.
Officer: Why do you think he did that?
Drunk: Well, he lost some money at the casino and he was mad.
Officer: How much money did he lose?
Drunk: ‘bout a hundred dollars.
Officer: Why was he mad at you?”
Drunk: I don’t know.
Officer: Why do you think he was trying to kill you?
Drunk: ’cause he was yelling, I’m gonna kill you, you stupid _____!”
Officer: How was he holding the broken bottle?
Drunk: Like this, over his head.
Officer: What did you think he was going to do with it?”
Drunk: (louder) Kill me! He yelled, I’m gonna kill you, you stupid _____!
Officer: Is that when you pulled the knife?
Inaudible Mumbles
Officer: Why do you think your brother wanted to kill you?
Drunk: Because he was mad!
Officer: Okay, now come over here. My partner needs to check you for weapons.
More grumbling.
The officer basically repeats all the questions again with a little different wording, still right outside our window.
A woman’s voice in the background.
Officer: Ma’am, has he hit you? Did he hit you?
Incoherent voices arguing.
Officer: Did he hit you? Do you want to press charges?
Drunk grumbling
Officer: Sir, go in your room and don’t come out again. I don’t want to come back here again tonight. Understand?
More drunken mumbling.
Car doors shut. Patrol car drives away.
Comparative quiet… for about an hour and then…
A man speaking in a low ominous voice: So… did you win any money at the casino? How much?
thump, thump, thump, thump. The sound of feet slapping pavement as the lucky winner flees for his life.
Another hour or so of quiet and then… loud raucous voices laughing and cackling like a bevy of 1800’s saloon girls coming in to roost for the night.
I probably won’t ever stay at the Bunkhouse again, but I made sure to get my money’s worth. I took the tiny bar of soap and shampoo bottle even though I had brought my own.
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Barbara

Too funny! Your Double Barrel Mystery characters could take a trip to Deadwood in book 3. 🙂 Just kidding.
Something a tad bit less scary happened to us in a tiny, quaint 1800’s or so hotel in an old town in the Ozarks. I booked it online for charm but there was a pub under our room, we could hear every word said, the door wouldn’t lock, and people kept walking up the stairs, pausing then walking by. My husband thought I was crazy when I moved the huge dresser in from of the door. My imagination ran wild while my husband snored completely unaware.
i just finished RUNNING HOME! I loved it and will now begin to read all the rest of your books. Thanks for keeping them exciting, mysterious,and for using characters that we can identify with or know people who are similar. JESUS makes all the difference! (some Christian writers are becoming a little to sensual, yours was perfect)
In Christ,
Vee
Thanks for stopping by, Vee. I’m glad you enjoyed Running Home. Hope you enjoy Alias Raven Black just as much:)