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Cassidy Earp – A Wynonna Earp Story

April 3, 2021

The town of Purgatory had seen better days. Hell, America all over was having a hard time. The stock market crash of 1929 had thrown the economy into a tailspin. The economic downturn was hard on everyone. On top of that, the Ghost River Triangle where Purgatory was, had suffered from the dust bowl. The drought had caused wide-spread problems with farming. Middle America was literally choking on the dust of its farmlands. On Wyatt Farm, things were no different and Cassidy Earp did not know what they were going to do.

Money was tight and her no-good husband had run off and left her there with her twin sons, Wayne and William. She was barely holding it together and that damn gun her father had given her was starting to light up. She remembered that this was a bad sign. As nervous as it made her, she had taken to wearing it around the farm as they tried to eke out a meager living.

Wayne threw down his shovel all of a sudden. “Damn it!” he said. “Mother, I just can’t see why we can’t move on from here. The farm is a lost cause.”

“Calm down, Wayne,” William said. “You can’t talk to our mother like that.”

“It’s alright, Will,” Cassidy said. “I know this is frustrating. The truth is, we can’t leave.”

“Why not?” Wayne asked, his brow furrowing.

“An Earp must always live in Purgatory,” Cassidy said. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to explain this to you boys but it may as well be now. Our family has been haunted ever since our ancestor Wyatt Earp came to this place. Our curse has to do with this gun.” She held up the revolver she had inherited. “This belonged to Wyatt and he killed 77 bad men with it. He was cursed and those dead men and women became demons and are stuck here in the Ghost River Triangle. Legend has it that our family has to put those bad people back in the ground. A Wyatt must wait here to make that happen.”

The boys were quiet, both looking at her incredulously. Had their mother gone insane? Surely the loss of their father and their economic misfortune had driven her over the edge.

“Mother,” William started. “Are you feeling unwell? Can we get you to bed?”

“Or to a doctor,” Wayne said. “This is crazy.”

“I swear to you that it’s the truth,” Cassidy said. “At least, that’s how my father told it to me. I never saw it during his lifetime but I believed him. He saw his parents murdered.”

“None of that makes any sense,” Wayne said. “It’s lunacy. Your father passed on insanity to you. We need to get you help.”

William got very still. “Mother,” he said. “Why is the barrel of that gun glowing?”

Cassidy held up the gun again and saw that the barrel was glowing a faint orange. “It means that they’re near,” she said. “The Revenants. The demons. Maybe even the ones who killed your great grandfather.”

At that moment, a car pulled up to the front gate and two men got out in suits. They looked like traveling salesmen but even from where they were, Cassidy could see a peculiar look in their eyes.

“Gentlemen, madam,” the tall one said. “We’re here to collect.”

“Collect what?” Wayne asked. “There’re no bills due. It’s the middle of the month.”

“Earp blood,” the short one said and both men’s eyes glowed and little glowing cracks appeared in their skin around those eyes.

Wayne reached down to grab his shovel and William gripped his hammer tight but Cassidy was quicker. She aimed and fired two careful shots, the barrel of the gun glowing like a torch. The bullets struck both of these strange men and then something even more amazing happened. A massive hole opened up beneath their bodies and fires hotter than a furnace could be seen. The two ‘collectors’ fell down deep into the earth and then it closed up again.

“It’s true!” William said after a long pause.

“What was that!?” Wayne yelled to nobody in particular.

“Boys,” Cassidy said. “There’s a lot to teach you.”

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