I kept this journal because a man forgets more than he'd like to admit, and I didn't want to lose it all to the years. If you're new to these pages, start with the Story Missions — that's the spine of it, everything else just hangs off that. And if you want to see the ground I covered before you read about it, the Map will show you where.
Every camp, every trail, every place worth marking. Laid out proper, so you don't have to learn it the hard way like I did.
View Map →A man's only as good as the horse under him. Here's every breed worth riding.
Read →The kind of tracks you don't forget, and the beasts that made them.
Read →Every river's got a story swimming in it, if you're willing to wait for it.
Read →Some fellow named Barnes wants old bones dug up. Strange work, but it pays.
Read →People were leaving their mark on this land long before we ever showed up.
Read →Small things, easy to miss, hung in places worth slowing down for.
Read →Maps torn to pieces on purpose, by men who never expected to lose them.
Read →Trains, coaches, stores — money don't much care where you find it.
Read →Someone's always running from something. Sometimes that someone's worth money.
Read →Every man with a fast draw thinks he's the fastest. Most of them are wrong.
Read →Strauss's business. Ugly work, collecting what's owed from folks who can't pay it.
Read →Foolish things to collect, maybe. Still, a man needs a hobby that isn't killing.
Read →Delicate things growing in places that ain't delicate at all.
Read →Trials a man sets for himself, to see what he's really made of.
Read →I never meant for anyone else to read these pages. Wrote them for myself, mostly, to keep some account of a life that was moving too fast to remember proper. But if you're out there chasing the same trails, hunting the same bones, tracking the same rivers — figured you might as well have the benefit of what I already learned the hard way. Take what's useful. Leave the rest.