The Old Rush
These here is the Chronicles of your posse’s foray into the Weird West. This ’ain’t no pick-a-nick for a young’n an it’s sure as hell no nut ta’ crack for whappin’ rusher. So if you got the sand, oil them irons, tight’n up that saddle and grab hold o’ yer biscuit… if you wanna live though this yer gonna hafta catch a weasle sleepin.
Get mousin’ or get with God.
After that, take a look at your wiki. There is some more helpful info there.