Early October , 1882, Oklahoma (Indian) Territory
Mart finally asked Diana formally to marry him. The announcement was made in the paper but word of mouth spread the news faster than the printed word. Construction had finished on the Lynches new house that would replace the cramped, tiny shack, and would begin on a smaller house for Diana and Mart at the end of the harvest season. Their house would be located near where the properties came together, at the end of the orchard and beginning of the trail that would lead to the Lynch house, jointly uniting the families’ properties.
***
Matt Wheeler looked up, startled when his young cousin burst into the room.
"Bill, what's wrong?" he asked.
"I found him," Regan's handsome face was pale as he dropped into the chair opposite Matt. In his hand he clutched a telegram.
"The nephew?"
"Possibly," Regan licked his lips nervously. “Definitely. Maybe.”
"Well, who is it?" Matt asked.
"I think it's Marshal Mangan," Regan answered, running his hands through his thick hair.
Matt sat up straighter.
"The Marshal? Dan? Win's boy?"
Regan nodded. "I know it sounds wild but-I think I got Tim's name wrong all these years. I think it's Mangan, not Morgan. That's why we haven't been able to find the boy."
Matt leaned back in his chair. He didn't want to discourage his young cousin but this required caution. "Bill, I've known Dan for years."
"Did you ever meet his parents?" Regan demanded. "His real ones?"
"Well, no. Win adopted him when he was nine, but he had been with their family for years before that."
Regan jumped to his feet, pacing the office. "Matt, that boy’s been bugging me since I first saw him. I've never been able to figure out why, but something's been nagging at me."
Gripping the back of the chair he stared at his cousin. "Eileen said Tim Morgan, I thought. But she always whispered. I saw the man once. Dan looks a lot like him. Same dark hair, eyes. But I saw him again today, and just the way he moved-he moves like Eileen. He's got the same grace. I watched him closely when we went after Trixie and Bobby. He seems so familiar to me. I’ve spent the last few weeks turning over all the angles that I can, telling myself it isn’t possible, that he can’t have been here right under my nose.
“I sent off the information I had to your lawyer, Mr. Raines, and this is his answer.” Regan waved the paper at his cousin, who took it and read it.
Mr. Regan, I am in agreement with your theory that Daniel Mangan is your missing nephew, based on evidence presented and followed up on. Papers coming via Pony Express.
Matt leaned forward. "Tell you what. I'll go talk with Win, and see what he remembers about Dan's birth parents. I don't want you to go busting into the Marshal’s office and startle the boy. He may not even know you exist, and it may not be him. It could be a few days, or even weeks before we get those papers."
Regan nodded. "Can I go with you to see Win?"
Matt nodded and rose. "Let's go."
***
Win Frayne was walking towards the house when he heard the approaching riders. Turning, he waited to see his old friend approaching, with Regan.
"Riding hard, boys," he called out as the men brought the large geldings to a stop in front of him.
"Well, this could be important, Win," Matt said, swinging down. One of the cowhands came out and took the horses.
"Come on in," Win motioned them inside.
Once they were settled in Jim's study with glasses of lemonade, Win looked at Matt.
"Trouble?"
"Not exactly," Matt glanced at Regan, who was tense. "What do you remember about Dan's birth parents? They worked for you, didn't they?"
Win nodded. "Good people. Tim and Eileen Mangan."
Regan sat up in his chair, startling Win. Matt held his hand out to keep Regan in his seat. Win eyed Regan curiously.
"Was his mother a redhead?" Matt asked. “Like us?”
"Why, yes. About your shade, Regan. Pale skin, big green eyes, like yours too. Lovely girl. Absolutely devoted to Tim and Danny. Regan, you all right?"
Regan had gone absolutely white under his bright red hair. His freckles stood out sharply.
"Is Dan in some kind of trouble?" Win asked.
"No. Regan thinks Eileen was his sister," Matt said quietly. "And that Dan is the nephew he's been looking for.”
Win's jaw dropped and it took a minute before he could speak. "Eileen did have a brother, but she never spoke of him. Said once she had to leave him behind in the orphanage, and when she went back for him, he had run away."
Regan closed his eyes, nodding. Feeling ill, he leaned forward, his head in his hands.
"I thought she said she was going to marry Tim Morgan." Regan whispered. "All these years I've been looking for Tim and Eileen Morgan."
"Regan, what's your last name?" Win asked.
"Regan. My name is William Regan. Eileen called me-"
"Billy-boy," Win finished. "Well, damn, Matt. All this time, the boy’s been right here!"
"You and I always met in Manhattan," Matt sighed. “Never in Rochester and Bill never came along.”
"I need to find him," Regan stood but Matt grabbed his sleeve.
"Sit down, Bill. You can't just go dropping news like that on the boy."
"I looked for you," Win said to Regan, who dropped into the chair, still dazed. "I searched high and low to find a Billy Ree-gun."
"But I'm Ray-gun," Regan answered. “Eileen and I always joked about the pronunciation difference. She said our grandparents had squabbled over it for years.”
"To a traumatized boy, didn't make a difference,” Win mused. “Eileen must have pronounced it as Reegan, and Dan spelled it R-e-e-g-u-n. Eileen's education wasn't very good. It's possible she didn't know how to spell her own last name."
"He looked for me?" Regan whispered, the words sinking in. “Dan looked for me?”
Win nodded. "When we couldn't find you, I adopted Dan. Jim loved him like a brother, and I wasn't about to let him go to an orphanage when I had plenty of money, space and a son who wanted a brother."
Regan swallowed hard. "He looked for me. I never knew. I was looking for him."
"Both with the wrong name," Matt said quietly. "Win?"
"I know what you're thinking, old friend. Why don't you folks come for supper tomorrow? I'll get Dan here and we can tell him together. He doesn't react well to
surprises. Give me a few hours to prep him."
Matt and Regan nodded, though it was obvious Regan wanted to go find Dan right that moment.
***
On pins and needles the next day, Regan was saddling Starlight for a ride when he became aware of someone behind him. Turning, his face melted into a smile as he saw Julianna.
"Hello," he greeted her.
"Hello Bill," she stepped forward. "I was going to ride into town, and was wondering if you'd like to join me?" she asked in her soft, slightly accented voice.
Regan wanted to ride alone, but he couldn't pass up the invitation. Besides, as he had planned to start courting her formally, and this was as good an opportunity as any. He needed to speak with either Jim or Win about it, and was planning to talk to them after church this Sunday.
"Certainly," he smiled.
Later, as they walked through the busy town, staying to the porches and walkways, they were approaching the saloon when a body came hurtling out the door. Regan
grabbed Julianna and pushed her tiny frame behind him.
Dan Mangan stormed from the saloon, fire in his dark eyes as he pounced on the man he had thrown out.
"You get a couple days in a cell to dry out, McNair," he snapped. "Maybe then you'll think twice about cheating and busting up the place."
Regan watched as the lean young man easily hauled a drunken McNair to his feet and pinned his arms behind him. Marching him off to the jail, Dan didn't notice Regan or his cousin Julianna. Regan noticed the girls eying Dan with appreciation as the young
Marshal strode across the street. As they reached the Marshal’s office, Dan turned and glanced back over his shoulder, meeting Regan's eyes. Dan's dark eyes were suspicious, but they held Regan's gaze evenly, before Regan looked away.
"Bill, what's wrong?" Julianna was standing in front of him, looking concerned.
"Nothing. Will you excuse me for a moment?" he asked. "I'll be right back."
Without waiting for an answer he made his way across the street, narrowly missing being run over by a wagon.
Julianna stood staring after Regan when Win found her.
"Julianna? What are you doing here by yourself?" he asked.
"Well, Regan was with me but he went racing off after the Marshal," Juliana answered, dumbfounded.
"Oh, no." Win groaned and bolted across the street. Julianna, wanting to know what was happening, hurried after.
Dan had just sat down to write McNair into the book when the door flew open and he glanced up. Wheeler's groom came flying in.
"Can I help you?" Dan asked, perturbed. This man was strange enough, the way he was always looking at Dan, but now he looked positively maniacal.
"Dan. Daniel Mangan," Regan managed to get out.
"Yes, that's me," Dan's kept his hand on his gun. If this lunatic charged him, he'd fire without hesitation.
"I've been looking for you for years," Regan said hurriedly. "I had the name wrong, so I couldn't find you, and I owe you such an apology- I just realized it the other day and tonight- we were going to tell you tonight-"
Dan stood, squaring off against the somewhat bigger man. "I'm an officer of the law, sir. If you've been hunting me for some reason, there's been a case of mistaken identity."
"Yes! It was! I had your name wrong. I've been trying to figure out for months now why you're so familiar-"
Dan's alarm was increasing. This man had lost his mind. He had to get him into a cell where he could monitor him. And he wasn’t wearing a gun, which Dan was grateful for, though it was foolish of the redhead.
The door opened and Win Frayne strolled in. "Regan, hush."
"Regan?" Dan repeated, blinking twice as something echoed distantly in his head. "Your name is Regan? But Julianna always calls you Bill. You’re not Bill Wheeler?"
"I’m Bill Regan. But my sister always said Ree-gun."
Dan gripped his gun handle tighter.
"Dammit, Regan, not like this!" Win stepped between the two men. "Danny, listen to me. We had the name wrong. The spelling. That's why I couldn't find him. He only made the connection yesterday. I had everyone coming to supper tonight, so we could tell you."
Dan just stared at his father. "What? This lunatic is related to me?"
"He's not crazy, he’s just nervous. He wanted to come find you last night when we put all the pieces of the puzzle together. He ran away from the orphanage after your mother left it. Your mother, she spelled the name wrong Danny, that's why I couldn't locate him. And he disappeared. He tracked down his cousin, Matt Wheeler, and got a job with him. Everyone calls him Regan, not Bill, and it's spelled R-e-g-a-n."
Dan leaned against his desk, trying to take it all in. The door opened again and this time it was Julianna.
"You've both been looking for the wrong name," Win said gently, stepping towards his son. He knew Dan hated surprises, and this was a big one.
"How do you know for sure?" he finally asked. Regan stepped forward.
"You move like Eileen. She had hair and eyes the same color as mine. Very pale skin, and a scar under her right eye where the belt buckle hit her when one of the nuns running the orphanage whipped her," he answered.
Dan nodded slowly and his dark eyes locked onto the broad shouldered man in front of him. "Fella,” he murmured.
"What?" Win asked.
"You called me fella in the store one day. Mam and Da used to call me their little fella," Dan said, more to himself than the others.
"Tip-tap, rip-rap" Regan said softly, “ticka tack too! This way, that way-”
“So we make a shoe,” Dan murmured, staring at the tall man.
The room was silent as the two men stared at each other.
Dan swallowed. "You are him. You are my uncle. Mam used to sing that to me!"
Regan nodded, smiling.
Dan's eyes went to Win. For the first time in his life, he had no idea how to react or what to say.
Regan finally stepped forward and grabbed Dan in a tight hug. Dan let him but didn’t relax, not sure how to react.
"Dan, there's trouble at-" Trixie stopped in the doorway. "What's happening?"
Dan pulled away from Regan's awkward embrace. "What's wrong, Trixie?"
"Another fight at the saloon. I can't find the sheriff and you're closer."
Dan looked at his family. "Stay here. I -I can't deal with this right now and I have to take care of something. I'll be back," he said, still looking dazed. Stepping around Regan he hurried to the door. "Trix," he said in a low voice, "stay here. I have a feeling I'm going to need you when I get back."
Trixie nodded, puzzled as to why his adopted father and cousins were here, and Madeleine's groom Regan had been hugging Dan.
***
When Dan returned, he was dragging another man with him, and a second he held at gunpoint. Win, Trixie, Regan and Julianna moved out of the way as Dan put the two men together in a cell.
"You want to kill each other, do it in there, not the saloon," Dan snapped. The he turned to his family and ran his hand through his thick hair. "I swear I spend more time bringing in the drunks than anything else. My deputy will be here soon for his shift. Can we relocate this to the house?"
They agreed but Trixie stayed behind. Regan’s reluctance to leave was apparent.
"Your father told me," she said quietly. "Don't be angry with him, I pestered him until he broke."
Dan smiled and took her hand. He didn't dare hug her in front of the two drunken idiots he had locked up. He and Jim had agreed her reputation must be protected.
"I'm sure you did," he said with a brief twinkle in his eye. "I'm just in shock. All these years of looking, and wondering, and he was practically under my nose. I can't believe I had the wrong name."
Trixie touched his cheek gently. "Don't beat yourself up over this, Dan. You were a kid. And you had just seen one of the most horrible things a child possibly can."
Dan caught both her ands in his and squeezed them tightly. Trixie knew he wanted to say more but wouldn't. Not with others around.
"Besides," she pouted, "I never put it together either. I missed out on something exciting!"
Dan laughed. "I'm sure we can find something else for you to get in trouble with," he said dryly.
The door opened and Deputy Marshal Fenton Hardy came in for his shift. After a brief exchange of bringing him up to speed on their two ‘guests’, Dan left with Trixie.
They were silent as they rode towards the Frayne estate. Trixie glanced at Dan. His handsome face was tense, his eyes lost in thought. She could only imagine what it must be like to have an unknown family member pop up. And one that had been in plain sight.
It was bad enough she had to deal with Hallie, but at least she had known her most of her life.
They finally arrived and Ward, Jim’s foreman came to take their horses. Dan caught Trixie by the hand before she could walk to the porch.
"You going to be all right?" she asked.
Dan nodded and pressed her hand against his lips, knowing he couldn't kiss her publicly, especially with his family inside. "Stay close to me?"
"Of course," she smiled up at him.
Jim Frayne was pacing inside. He was worried about his brother, now that he and his mother had been informed of the afternoon’s events. Dan hated surprises. And his temper could be every bit as bad as Jim's.
When Dan arrived, holding Trixie's hand tightly, Jim felt the familiar little twinge. Trixie was no closer to making up her mind about the two of them, but he knew his brother well enough that right now, Trixie was what kept him together. Right now, Dan needed Trixie more
than he did.
Jim joined Madeleine on the settee. She sipped her tea silently, watching. Trying to figure out how they might be related made his head hurt.
"Daniel!" Katje hurried forward to hug her younger son. She was about Trixie's size, and both women looked small next to the tall, lean Marshal.
"Mother," Dan kissed the top of her head.
"I just found out," she said softly.
"It's all right," he answered.
"Everyone sit down. Trixie, Dan, would you like something to drink?"
Both declined, and Trixie sat with Dan, opposite Jim and Madeleine.
"I suppose I better start at the beginning," Regan spoke first.
The others all looked to him, but his eyes never left Dan's face. The big man was almost shaking, and Julianna watched with concern.
“My family came over from Ireland before I was born, Eileen was six. Our parents died when I was three. Scarlet fever outbreak. It swept through our town and wiped out most everyone. Some folks passing by found Eileen and me, and took us to a doctor. We survived the fever but were turned over to an orphanage.
"I didn't even know Eileen had met Tim until right before she left. She had permission to have a job at a local bakery when she was about fourteen. Apparently she met him there. The night she ran away, she told me about him. Said she was leaving, and she was going to marry him. She promised she'd be back for me as soon as she could. Eileen was only fifteen, and she hated that orphanage. But she couldn’t risk telling me about Mangan because you just don’t trust a nine year old with that sort of information.
“She told me his name was Tim Morgan. At least I thought that's what she said. I watched her sneak out, and I saw him, waiting for her, down below. That was the only time I ever saw him, but I tried to memorize his face. Two days later she hadn't come back, then a week went by. I never received a message from her.
“About a month later, a fire broke out when someone dropped a lamp-a boy was trying to sneak food from the kitchen- and we were all evacuated. I just ran away. I hated the orphanage, and the nuns, and the way they treated us, so I split. I made my way to Albany, got a job with the Cooper and Bailey Circus, tending animals. I realized I preferred them to people, and I really loved the horses. I stayed with them and traveled a fair amount, until I was about sixteen. One of the magicians had helped me with reading and writing, and made sure to slip me books to read when I wasn’t tending the animals. I
was tired of circus life and the…abnormalities that went with it. “
Trixie was dying to ask him about life with the circus but didn’t dare interrupt. Dan was crushing her hand with his grip and Regan looked borderline ill. Madeleine looked intrigued by the story of her cousin, and Trixie wondered if Madeleine hadn’t known the story of her groom.
Regan paused to take a drink from the glass of lemonade Katje had given him. It was the only time he took his eyes off Dan.
“I eventually located Matt. I knew we had family by the name of Wheeler, and I hoped he’d at least give me a job. He did, along with a new life and no few questions. But I looked for you, Dan. I swear I did. Every new town I ended up in with the circus, I looked for Tim and Eileen Morgan. Matt searched every Morgan he could. We thought for sure we had found you at one point. The couple fit the description of Tim and Eileen, and they had a small boy, but then they vanished, leaving some furious creditors."
"If it was them, I think that's when they came to work for me," Win took up the story. "You were just a little boy, Danny, when your father came to me for a job, you know that. Your folks were so nice and hard working and broke; I never asked many questions. I knew your mother had a brother, named Billy Reegun. She came to me when you were about three, and asked me to if I could try to find her brother. I tried, but the orphanage had long burned down by then. The kids were all split up, and even though I inquired around, no one would tell me if Billy was there unless I could produce a birth certificate to say I was his father. One just said no, and slammed the door on me. Of course, now we know you were already long gone. But your mother was heartbroken she could never find her Billy-boy." Win glanced at Regan. "I don't think she ever forgave herself for not going back for you."
"She didn’t,” Dan said. “Mam named me after you and Da. My full name is Daniel Timothy William Mangan. Father gave me the option of not adding a fifth name, Frayne.”
Jim noticed how tightly he was gripping Trixie's hand.
"I could have sworn she said Morgan," Regan sighed. "She was so afraid of being overheard she spoke in whispers. Win told me how she and Tim died."
Dan nodded, his eyes seeking Jim's. Jim nodded slightly, letting his brother know he was there for him.
"I'm sorry, Dan," Regan said. "I've never forgiven myself for not finding her. Matt and I searched so long, it never occurred to me I had the wrong name."
"Mam couldn't read very well," Dan said quietly. "Da could, but she couldn't. She knew some letters, but she used to mix up her a’s and e’s. I think learning scared her, because she never put much effort into trying to read or write well. Truthfully, my life before being adopted is pretty blurry. I remember impressions of Mam and Da, and their voices, and their faces, but…everything else is quite murky. That must be how I messed up the name. Mam had kept a small journal with Reegun written in it. I gave it to her one year to help her practice writing.” Dan paused and Trixie squeezed his hand as he collected himself. “She wrote her name in it. A few words here and there, some bad drawings, but she never improved her writing. She used to tell me stories of Ireland but she couldn't write them down. I even tried to help her with her writing, before she died."
“Had she given me any indication she couldn’t read or write well, I would have made sure she had the opportunity to learn,” Win said sadly. “She never let on. She was always just so cheerful and friendly.”
“She said you gave us so much already she didn’t want to add a burden or be seen as taking advantage of your generosity,” Dan answered.
Trixie sat silently for once, taking it all in. Her hand was aching from Dan's grip, her heart ached from his pain, but she had never seen such a feral look in his eye. She knew how he had longed to find his missing uncle, but to have it all thrown on him so suddenly…
"I know this will take some time," Regan said, "and I won't push you. I shouldn't have come flying in there today, I just-I had to tell you. Win and Matt wanted me to wait until we were sure, but when I saw you this morning-I couldn’t keep it quiet any longer."
Dan nodded. "One reason I became a Marshal, was because of what happened to my parents. This is the first permanent position I've ever had, in this town. Everywhere I've been, I asked around, trying to find you. This time I didn't. I had given up, and figured there was no way you’d end up in this tiny town."
Regan looked away.
"I really do need some time to take this in," Dan stood. Trixie did as well, since he still had her hand in his. "Please, excuse me."
Trixie went outside with him, after a glance to Jim, who nodded to her.
"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked.
"Go where?" he asked, heading for the stable.
"Where ever it is you're going to brood," she answered, following him into the stable.
Dan turned and faced her. "I'm going back to my place at the jail. I just need to sort through this."
Trixie nodded. His hand caught her chin and titled it up.
"Bear with me, Trix, please."
"I will," she smiled up at him and he kissed her gently, relieved to be away from prying eyes. One kiss led to another until he lifted her petite figure up and crushed her against him.
"I still have to go back in there," she giggled a minute later when he set her down.
Dan ran his hand over her sandy curls. "Jim might notice."
Trixie blushed.
"I just need to take all of this in," he said quietly.
"I know. But don't run off without telling me."
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Not for long anyway. I might need a couple days to myself, to work this all out." He kissed her forehead. "Get back inside before Jim comes hunting me."
Trixie smiled softly at him as he kissed her one more time, gently.
After she had gone, he leaned against the wall as Spartan stretched his neck over the gate.
"I love you, Trix," he said softly, to the air. Spartan nuzzled his ear.
***
Trixie returned to the house, where the others looked at her expectantly.
"He'll be fine, he just needs some time to adjust," she said. The others nodded. Regan ran his hand through his red hair.
"I didn't mean to spring it on him like that."
"Bill, it's alright," Win reassured him. "Trust me, there really wasn’t going to be a good time. I was going to tell him before supper, so he wouldn't be so publicly shocked."
Jim had wandered out to the back verandah. A moment afterwards he heard the door open and he smiled, expecting his mother to speak. Instead it was Madeleine.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
Jim turned to face the pretty young woman. His cousin, somehow through this convoluted mess.
"It's just surprising. Dan and I never thought of each other as being adopted brothers. We were just brothers."
"You still are," Madeleine said quietly. "It doesn't change the way you feel about each other. Dan said himself he had given up. He had reached a point where he stopped looking. To have that comfort suddenly taken away and be face to face with someone you never expected to see is pretty scary."
"He was terrified in there," Jim sighed, leaning his head back against a support beam. "I'm sure he appeared tense but trust me, he was terrified."
"I noticed because he never let go of Trixie," she said softly. Jim nodded.
"He won't admit he's completely besotted by her,” he half-smiled.
Madeleine laughed. "It would ruin his tough image as Marshal," she replied dryly. "What about you?"
"I've made no secret of my feelings for her," Jim answered. "But he and I both agreed not to pressure her for an answer."
Madeleine nodded. "That's quite honorable of you."
Jim shrugged. "Well, you can't tell her what to do, and she just gets her ire up if you try. So Dan and I agreed she'll have to come to it on her own."
"Are you both willing to wait that long?" Madeleine asked. Jim nodded.
"Yes. That's the pathetic part."
"I think it's sweet," she smiled up at her new cousin. They had become closer friends in recent weeks, and she enjoyed his company. He was willing to ride with her when Regan or Trixie or Diana wasn't available. They often talked about New York, and the things they
missed.
"You would," he laughed. "Say, now that we're related, can I give you some brotherly advice?"
"Of course," she answered.
"Why are you letting Nick Roberts court you when you care for Brian Belden? You do still write him, don't you?" Jim asked.
Madeleine looked away. "Yes, I write Brian frequently. He plans to come home at Christmastime."
"And Nick?"
"Nicholas is sweet," she said hesitantly.
"But?"
"I don't know that's it proper to discuss such things with you," she laughed nervously.
"As opposed to discussing them with Brian's sister or Mart's girl?"
Madeleine sighed. "Good point. I suppose it's like you and Trixie and Dan. I just...don't know. I care for Nick but Brian is never far from my thoughts. Even though I barely know Brian, I just feel . . . connected to him."
Jim nodded. "That sounds about right."
"But at the same time, I can't wait for Brian to return. Well, I could, but since there's no formal announcement and we barely know each other it'd just be improper."
"Maybe you should be improper for once," Jim grinned. "And taking off your boots to dip your feet into the lake isn’t what I mean."
Madeleine smiled. "It's different for girls like me, Jim, you know that. I wish I had grown up out here and was more like Trixie. She's not afraid of anything and she doesn't mind turning the town on its ear."
"Her father also isn't a powerful business man. I know you worry about keeping up appearances, Madeleine, but this situation with Trixie and Dan has made me realize
how important it really to listen to my heart. Even if it ends up broken, at least I can say I did it my way."
Madeleine nodded. "But you're a man Jim. It's a man's world. We're just expected to sit and look pretty."
Jim chuckled. "You look pretty regardless of what you're doing. Trixie throws all those expectations to the wind and she's got two pretty well-off suitors for it."
Madeleine smiled. "You're right. Maybe I will throw it all to the wind!"
Jim doubted that but he just smiled at his cousin.
 
Author Notes
- a huge yee-haa! to Julie, my ever patient and helpful editor! All mistakes are mine.
- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barnum_and_Bailey_Circus - Cooper and Bailey Circus, was a real circus (also mentioned in the Supernatural Season 2 episode “Everybody Loves a Clown.”) It was most prominent in the 1860s and eventually merged with Barnum and Bailey.
-Word count 5,201
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