Time to unhitch ol' Black Jack and point our noses towards the setting Sun for the dusty ride westward. I'll write when I can and hope that the Pinkerton Men don't find me before the Pony Express does. In the meantime, keep yer backs to the corner and yer sideirons oiled and cocked.
I'll be seein' y'all soon, partners.
3 comments:
Make sure'n you go easy on that there peyote, sir. It done messed up a buddy of mine somethin' fierce when we wuz down Tombstone way.
Tarnashun! You dun up and left without neither a hey nor a ho.
Well, mind the wife, take care o' the yunguns and keep them shootin' irons close. And the marshmellow sticks closer.
"KA-BONG!"
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