The Three Sisters Bar and Hotel

Katherine Govier

The Three Sisters Bar and Hotel
Gateway, Alberta, 1911. The coming of the railroad to the Canadian Rockies has brought a parade of newcomers to the heavenly Bow Valley - ¬óclimbers, coal miners, artists, scientists, runaway aristocrats and remittance men. Among the latter is the poacher Herbie Wishart, who arrived on a one-way ticket and has reinvented himself as a trail guide and teller of tall tales. Herbie becomes the outfitter for a fossil-hunting expedition headed by a prominent archaeologist. Rumours say that the findings of the secrecy-shrouded expedition could overturn all previous knowledge about early life forms. But when an early snowstorm hits and trailside grudges come to a head, the expedition mysteriously disappears. (From the publisher)
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Excerpt:

Isabel stood on the platform. The caboose disappeared around the curve; the mountains closed in. The tallyho driver had loaded their trucks and sat, reins poised. Maxwell handed her father up into the seat. Doctor Professor Charles Hodgson would go directly to the Sanatorium. Tomorrow they would depart by pack train for the backcountry; tonight he would take the waters, in preparation.

"Come along, dear."

"I won't ride with thee, Father," said Isabel. "I believe I'll walk through town and over the bridge."

He returned her gaze, pointedly. "You won't take the baths?"

Doctor Professor Hodgson was keen to indulge, claiming benefits to health: you could take the hot sulphur waters Turkish, Russian or tub style. There were trained nurses. There was also an apothecary attached where a Quaker like him could purchase whisky. For medicinal purposes.


From the The Three Sisters Bar and Hotel by Katherine Govier ©2016. Published by HarperAvenue.