The Idaho Legion is wrought up over this that over half of 'em are sober this morning. Just before he rolled over and went back to sleep, Slowdraw said to me, "I'm all wrought up over this here dang thing." Heck even told me he figgered that he'd have to go change his name; he's thinkin' about changing it to "Poopsie", only Poopsie McGurk threatened ta "bust him up like a saloon" if he did. Since Poopsie McG is six feet six and bends railroad rails (by hand) for curves on the Union Pacific's track, Heck wasn't about to cross her and he's now thinkin' about the name "George".

Now, just because over half the Legion is sober don't mean that they're functional. The hangovers are monumental. Elgin, for instance, was weaned on Rondyvoo Whiskey (which is also an excellent explosive and tar remover), was last known to be sober when he was six years old.

Anyway, they're runnin' around in all directions, saddlin' horses, sharpenin' knives, puttin' on band-aids, unsaddlin' horses, tryin' to find their pants, tryin' to put on their pants, and jist generally raisin' a dang ruckus.

I hope that this gets settled right quick before somebody really gits hurt. Them Legionaires ain't the toppest of hands with sharp things.