Guess Who’s Coming to Donner?
‹Guess Who’s Coming to Donner?›
Winter is supposed to be a time of peace, and dinner is supposed to be a time of sharing. O’ course, winter ain’t due quite yet, and the Weird West is supposed to be a land of plenty, but supposin’ don’t fill nobody’s belly.
Heed the call to find a party lost in Truckee Pass. What’s a little unseasonable light snow? And who cares if the pass is better known for the last lost party, the Donners?
I hear south o’ the border they say not to drink the water. Up here in the Sierra Nevadas, we say don’t have your neighbors for dinner. It’s only good advice if you take it, amigo. Otherwise, evil may come to Pass…