Grease-stained notes

Journal entry

 * [only a fragment of the notes is legible]


 * The slimmest pickings yet. Haven’t even seen a stray mutt on the road for a week. Since that last caravan we robbed, the one carrying a transport of fatback for workers at the quarry – we’ve had nothing, zero, zip! Luckily we ate our fill after that, gained a slight paunch to hold us through hard times… But if those times last much longer, we’ll have eaten more supplies here than we’ve looted! And everybody thinks being a bandit’s nothing but wine, wenches and merry-making! Should’ve listened to mama and finished school, or at least started it...


 * Tomorrow we head back to Mont Crane. We’ll have to look around for a new spot – the lads are getting bedsores from so much lying around on their bums...