Eighth
[The journal picks up the rustle of bedsheets as one cowboy wakes up in the clinic after his little bang on the head. He looks around in mild confusion, because a moment ago he was riding across the Great Plains, about to enter Beecher's Hope.
...None of those places look like a clinic in a...]
Paradisa? Oh, hell, no. Not now.
[He gets himself out of bed, grabs his stuff and shuts the journal, heading out the door. Don't expect him to reply to the journals. Get mad at him later for it. Have fun working out where he is while the world goes crazy, guys. Don't forget the duck story. No doubt his bro Alistair will find him eventually, but for now, he's outta here]
...None of those places look like a clinic in a...]
Paradisa? Oh, hell, no. Not now.
[He gets himself out of bed, grabs his stuff and shuts the journal, heading out the door. Don't expect him to reply to the journals. Get mad at him later for it. Have fun working out where he is while the world goes crazy, guys. Don't forget the duck story. No doubt his bro Alistair will find him eventually, but for now, he's outta here]