Gotta run, folks. I just got a message from that idiot LTC G. A. Custer. He's is some sort of deep shit up in the Little Big Horn area. Something about "all the Indians in the world" and "I made a big boo-boo" and "send help!" This will take a while, I think. I'll check in when I can.

Well, you know the old saying: One major battle, one ex-National Guardsman.

(The Legion saddled up and rode to his rescue, but I don't think he's in the Little Big Thirst Saloon.)