Entry #10: The House

On our way to Aramdillo, since that's where all our work takes us, we decided to haphazardly aim our gun at the man who wants our treasured property. Somehow he saw us even though we were all the way up on a high ridge and it said we failed the quest. While we're fine with this, if it means never handing over the deed to that scumbag, we worry it may also not allow us to use the house as our residence anymore. It's not showing up OH MY GOSH WE'RE GOING TO BE RUN OVER BY A-- oh. It stopped. I thought we were dead there. Anyway, did I ever mention we jumped on a train from our horse before? It was very exciting, you see. Thrilling, even. But we bailed when we learned the train was on its way to Mexico. Mexico! Yeesh. So we're off to our house to make sure nothing funny has happened to it. Oh, good, it's still our house. It just doesn't show up on the map for some reason. Oh, wait, now it *is*. Weird. Well, it's all good. All good. I hope you enjoyed this disjointed entry. I tend to get nervous and disconcerted whenever our house is in an jeopardy whatsoever.