Fifties? 2024? As in time travel? That sounded as fantastic as anything straight out of Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers. What next? Men on the moon? Bucky gave the man a skeptical look but he'd already turned away. Somehow, he didn't think this Silas would have been impressed anyway.
Bucky followed after him, but cautiously, passing beneath a strand of small lights that glowed dimly in the morning's early light. As Silas had said there was a camp, and there were people in it, men and women, going about their business. He saw three wagons, with horses.
Not an automobile or motorcyle in sight, though.
"So I see," he remarked to Silas' commented as he drew abreast of him. "Who's in charge here? And where are you all headed?"