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On the night of November 12, 1885, the O'Brian family was shocked by a series of terrible and inexplicable facts. They had just opened their beautiful saloon a week ago, in the place called Fort Parker. That night, the O'Brians were woken with a start by a terrible din from their club. It was the gigantic specter of a red Indian shaman! “ You, cursed! You dared to profane my grave! Here the pale faces treacherously killed us and stole my gold! ". The unfortunate managers of the saloon were unable to find the stolen gold and were exterminated by the fury of the shaman ...