Entry #43: Impending Invasion

This entry must be quick, for I sense impatience from my companion and my own heart. (He didn't say nothing, by the way.) So we were travelling to Fort Mercer, stopping only to knife fight wolves, being the tough cowboy we are. (And to pick a few flowers.) But we made it, and were better for it, too. Now we are within West Dickens' cart and ready at the gatling gun. We suspect this isn't actually going to be the end of the game, as that would be rather lame, and I've heard the game specifically has multiple climaxes. Unless the glass eye was one of them, I have to think there's more past this. But will this end in Bill's death? Time will tell. And I probably will too, soon.