"The last time he'd laid eyes on strange faces, he'd ended up losing three-quarters of his town."

OH BUFORD! Oh Cathryn! Oh boys! Two handy drifters. And the boys are going to be so freaked out. And I can hear the voices of the Lovelock folk. This rocks so hard. I do hope you get a chance to finish this fic over the next year or so.

Thank you for the taste.


oops, Freudian slip on the name