I was visiting a friend of mine high in the Sierra Nevada last year and my stagecoach overturned while crossing a riverbed during the rainy season. Unfortunately I lost all of my firearms in the accident as they were washed downstream, and probably covered in mud. Ah well. Now I have none to turn in.
Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.