Well, they're home again, most of them, thank goodness. Seems like they got as far as Whisky Jack Gulch up in the Frank Church Wilderness, lost their compass, and found out that Scours has "misappropriated" the map. They argued for a while, from what I've been told, and then retired to the former town of Goldenend for a visit to the liquor cache.

As you probably know, Goldenend was the only town in the US that was populated only by good-time girls, hence its name. When the mines ran out and the town broke up back in 1897, they buried their leftover liquor ("cached" it) and the location is one of the State's best-kept secrets. Only those with a need to know, like the Legion, are allowed to know.

Anyway, the liquoring-up led to various shenanigans and fights, and the next day those who could ride drifted back. There are still a few missing in action (so to speak), but since their horses have returned without them we just assume that they're afoot. (You ever try to walk any distance in cowboy boots? They'll be a while returning.)

There are the usual black eyes, contusions, bruises, cuts, hangovers, knife wounds, powder burns and broken bones, but all in all they're in pretty good shape.

As for the insult to Bruce, they've decided to sent a "strong note" to the Canadian Government, urging them to declare war on "where ever in Hell that Raedwulf feller is at." This will be posted as soon as they raise the money for stamps.