How in the hell??? Did I lose the only thing I need to make it through my journey. Scotch Whiskey lost. Damn it. I'm still hitting my head over the counter with that one. Luckily, I've kept my small bottle handy for emergencies. I ain't no drunk, but I am sure full as a tick off this brown liquor. There's only a few Cowboys I trust to ride across Minnesota. The sunset during the winter can make any man smile. The orange glaze over the snow is a sight to remember. Looking ahead, we have some rough trails. We must ginnin' about around these parts. Maybe I can get another canteen in Saint Paul. Hazing a tenderfoot is what these boys are all about when it comes to collecting payment. We got an extra horse. On our way to the hoosegow. An outlaw who cut up a innocent lady, has a trial to be hanged. "That dog won't hurt"... is what they tell us. We not worried one bit. I'll show this yellow belly who runs the show. Besides, cutting up a woman should get iron to your stomach instead. Luckily we civilize folk. Well, anyway, let me shut my wobblin' jaw. Let's get to gettin Cowboy.