AN: I admit, when I wrote Spring in San Antonio over a decade ago, I did originally intend to write sequels. I had set up the story to enable me to write four stories, in the style of the Mary Pope Osborne. However, I never settled on a setting for any sequels and subsequently forgot about it. A couple of months ago, my lovely reader retro mania wrote to me and asked if I'd consider setting a sequel in the Wild West. I liked the idea, and this is the result. Thank you, retro mania, for the prompt. I hope everyone enjoys my long-awaited sequel: Summer with the Wild West Show.
Chapter 1: Another Strength
"Jack!"
Jack looked up from his book to see his sister, Annie, standing at his bedroom door. "What is it?"
"Don't you remember? It's time to go back to the tree house! Morgan told us to be back in a week."
"Oh man." Jack put down his book and jumped up. "Let me grab my backpack and we can go!"
"Hurry!" Annie called. She ran out of the room.
Jack threw his flashlight and notebook into his bag and ran after her. At the front door he saw Annie waiting.
"We're going out to play, Mom," he called as he opened the door.
"Okay. Be back in time for dinner!"
"We will," Annie said as she ran out the front door.
They ran down the sidewalk and into Frog Creek Woods. When they reached the tallest tree, they saw the tree house.
"Yes!" Annie yelled. She began to climb the ladder. Jack quickly followed her.
"Okay, we need four sources of strength." Jack said, pulling out his notepad.
"The first was fighting for freedom." Annie held up the letter from Col. Travis with all the names of those who were at the Alamo.
Jack nodded and wrote it down in his notepad. "I wonder what we'll find today?"
"Jack, look at this book!" Annie pointed to a book next to where the letter had been. It was called Legends of the Wild West and had a cowboy in an open field on the front.
"I bet the strength will be something cool like fighting outlaws!" Annie grinned. "Let's find out!"
She pointed at the cover. "I wish we could go there."
The wind started to blow.
The tree house started to spin.
It spun faster and faster.
Then everything was still.
Absolutely still.