Chapter 10

Chapter  Ten:

A scratched journal recovered from the hands of a dead hunter found within Mammon’s Gulch. Presumed to belong to the ringmaster of the local circus, Post Malone. 

September 24th, 1896:

Something strange is going on with the recent batch of guests. The demand that they keep drinking from the tonics we are providing and being adamant about purchasing more and more. A fight even broke out over who would get the last batch. Chum has been maining the stand as Mr. Bradbury is nowhere to be found. I hope he comes back later. I refuse to touch the stuff, but profits have been better then they ever were before. 

October 8th, 1896:

The bears have been feeling sick lately. One almost bit my hand off as I was trying to pet them. I could feel their skin become looser as they moaned from their cages. Chum and Winky have been acting weird as well. Trying to put more death defying acts within the tents and it seems they get hurt a lot more too. I ask if they need medical attention, but they insist that “It’s their gift to perform”. I’m gonna try and keep my eye on them.

Undated

I should have never listen to that goddamn devil. 

December 12th, 1896:

I’m back in Mammon’s Gulch after a month of fleeing from my mistakes. People in nearby towns still notice me, but I have to lie and cheat my way out of the law's hands. That Sheriff Hardin has been hot on my tail as he keeps nailing wanted posters with my face on it. Didn’t even get my good side. 

But now I’m done running. My life was always put into this circus and I want to continue it until I drop dead. If I can find and destroy the HelioStone, I can get the whole act back together. Maybe if I can get some help from hunters within the area, I can start to make profit once more. 

The Murder Circus must be back in the spotlight again.