Final Diary Entry of Josiah
Orcutt, Wells Fargo Guard
The text reads as follows:
"Well, this is it. The sons of bitches finally got us. We ran into an ambush trying to pass through some one-horse shitwater town called Garnet. What an ignominious way to go. At least I shot a couple of the smelly bastards!
I'm afraid they got our cargo—all those 'Huck Finn' 1st eds! Mr. Twain's gonna be mighty upset.
Blood's leaking from my belly something fierce. Won't be long now.
My only hope is that my descendants do better than I have. Maybe instead of guarding books, one of them will be writing them instead—like Mr. Twain! Maybe he'll get himself admitted to a high-quality writing program, get one of those fellowships or a TA slot so he don't [sic] go bankrupt trying to finance it. Who knows what the future will bring. If I make it outa here, I'm gonna..."