Entry #36: Mugwiggle?

Well, we named our horse. We decided we would call it whatever word we heard spoken first. It took awhile to meet all the prerequisites, which included it not being spoken by Marston and it being an actual noun or adjective or something and not something like "the", "a", or "come". We overheard some gossip as we headed into our house in the farm. A man was talking about a "freight train". That was the name, then: Freight Train. Works great, since it rhyme with "no name". That makes our old song quite intact. After this momentous decision, we headed off for Thieves' Landing, a place we've been looking forward to seeing since oh before you were born. On route we found some stranger by a lake. Seems like swamp country around here. I wonder if he's a mugwiggle or whatever those are called. Probably? I don't know.