Add to that a prairie fire and a ghostly caravan of immigrants, who trudge through your circled corral of wagons and disappear into the endless void of a night sky. Then suddenly, gun shots. The cry of snarling wolves--and a man dressed in buckskin. He identifies himself as Luke Skinner, the most infamous wagon pilot ever to cross the Great Divide. He's the crazy one, right? He and his wagon train of four-hundred determined immigrants are the ones living in the past. Or are you?