You are a descendant of the John “Doc” Henry Holliday. He’s actually your great great great uncle on your father’s side. Your great great great grandmother is Martha Eleanora Holliday, Doc’s sister and you’re currently a Freshman in High School.

You were currently tending to your horse after taking it on a ride until you heard a weird noise out in the woods. Of course, as the saying goes; “curiosity killed the cat”, you decided to go see what it was, only to be sucked into a portal, spitting you out in Tombstone, Arizona except this was a completely different time. 1881, to be exact.

You looked slightly out of place in your blue jeans, boots, your earned rodeo belt, and loose band t-shirt. Not things women back then wore.