Wynonna walked down the stairs of the bar with a box of Waverly's things. "Last one, Shorty." She declared.

"I'll take that." Shorty offered.

"What the ticker?" Wynonna responded, "The Hell you will."

"I ain't keeling over anytime soon." Shorty reassured her, "Nice to see you girls moving in together. It's just too bad she's got so much stuff."

"Well, if you weren't so short-staffed, maybe Waverly could carry her own crap!" The last part was directed at Waverly, who was across the room.

"Love you, sis!" The younger Earp called out.

She sat down next to Henry, who was at the bar. "Buy me a round Henry?" She requested.

"Oh, you are awfully forward for a girl in dungarees." Henry commented.

"Seems like it's the least you could do." Wynonna replied, "Met guys like you before. Maybe not the OK-corral shtick, but charming loners who drink too much."

Just then Sam walked back in, and saw them. He didn't know why, but suddenly he felt warm.

"Oh, don't forget, can't find honest work." Henry replied.

"Mm." Wynonna mused, walking around him, "They're always running from or looking for something. Seems like you're just my type."

The pair stared each other for a moment. "What makes you think you are mine?"

Henry walked off and both Sam and Waverly walked up to Wynonna.

"There's something about him, you know, in the eyes." Waverly teased.

"Yeah," Sam added, "I see it, too."

"OK." Wynonna said, trying to fend them off, "You know what? We all can't settle down with our high-school sweethearts or walk the earth fighting monsters. Hmm, still. I've met worst guys than Henry."

"Oh, I'm sorry, 'met'?" Waverly asked, causing Sam to giggle.

"OK, when you two are done judging me, make sure you're ready to drop your research on this one tomorrow." Wynonna responded, pointing at Sam with her thumb.

"Oh, I'm ready." Waverly said," And believe me, you are gonna dig it."

Meanwhile in the city, a ceremony was about to go very, very wrong.

"Over a hundred years ago, the wife of one our founding fathers buried a time capsule." The mayor was saying, "And though she could neither hear nor speak, Shirley Dixon's words live on in the poetry she left behind."

Everyone was so engrossed in the speech, no one noticed the three rather rough-looking characters whispering to each other.

"Fifteen years you've been gone; you sure it's in there?" The middle one, who had wild blue eyes, asked.

"As sure as I'm resurrected and standing here." The one on the right with long blonde beard replied, "I buried it myself in 1906."

"With a new library coming to this site, it is time to unearth the past." The mayor finished, gesturing to a man in a bright orange vest, "Alright."

The man removed the craven stone. "Let's find out what she left us." The mayor said, pulling out a medium-size metal box.

As he removed the lid, the Revenants charged up attacking him.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The Mayor protested, fighting the bearded-Revenant for the box, as the other two pulled him away, "Hey! You can't get..." Crazy eyes pinned his arms and pulled him away, "No! No, you can't! Oh, my God! Call the police!"

After some rummage, the bearded Revenant pulled a small leather-bound book from the time capsule. "Haha!" He exclaimed and victory, "Here it is. Dixon's diary."

"Voice of a mute." The third Revenant, who had slightly shorter beard, "Well, done." He put in his bag, and a severed human hand fell out, causing the already frightened crowd to gasp and scream. The shorter-beard Revaent quickly put it back in his bag.

"Sammy, I'm getting an itch here." Crazy eyes said, "Can I just do one? Please, Sam?"

At that point the mayor managed to free his hand. "That is a valuable piece of local history! Someone, call the police!"

"This one best hold you Marty." Sam told him, "Make it quick."

"No!" The mayor exclaimed, as the shorter-bearded Revenant took him form Marty, "I-I..." His voice trailed off as Marty pulled out a large sliver dagger, "Oh! What are you? Why-Why are you doing this? Just leave this place!"

"Trust me," Sam replied, "We're trying."

Then Marty took his dagger and stabbed the mayor in the stomach. Every human fled, screaming as Marty devolved into a frenzy of stabbing and laughing and grunting.