It's ma duty ta report tew ya that this year's Virginny City Rondievoo was another rip-snortin' success. Mainly 'cause most of us done got there this time. An' us Muleskinners was 'bout as lathered up a bunch a folks as I ever seed when we pulls inta town.

'Course, we wadn't told that the train we usually robs each year 'bout this time from the mines up ta town was down awaitin' parts from back East.

An' the sheriff's office jus' happens ta be next ta the bank an' the marshall's office jus' aroun' the corner. Sos we all awalked aroun' town alookin' bad an' asmellin' worse an' drank, an' bullshat an' ate. An' drank an' bullshat an' ate...awatchin' the flies.

An' THEN, An' THEN...flies.

It's rumoured that Bodie was good fer us, tho, with the bank jus' open an' awaitin' agin, them sleepy, blind sons-a-bitches, heh, heh. Missed that one, I did, as I had ta git back tew the homestead, dangit...I was alookin' maself, ta pick up tin cows an' a plow!

Yores,