18 March 1934
The streets of Tulsa were still fairly clean when compared to most of the rest of the Plains Federation. This had more to do with the fairly steady flow of money from the oil derricks surrounding the city than any individual sanitation effort, but the continuing grind of the Depression made sure that there were plenty of homeless men, women, and children taking advantage of those clean streets. Even on the main road of this city, one of the largest cities in the whole Federation, Daniel Semper felt it necessary to lock his doors as his car made its way towards the Eleventh Street Bridge, the only crossing the city had across the Arkansas River and into Texas. The more people stared at him and his fairly well put together car, the more he wanted to get out of this country and into Texas.
Daniel stopped just short of the bridge and stepped out of his car, again making sure that it was locked up as well as it could be, before walking into a small bar calling itself the