A “repent ye sinners” stagecoach traveling between the coast and Salt Lake City. one guy lives in the cab, rides in the day. he’ll stop at a farm or a tent pile and scream at people for going to hell, for not preparing for the redemption. then he always asks for a drink. a jug is presented, he asks if it’s whisky, they say it’s water, he flinches, swigs. he then tells the crop price changes, “turnips are up 2 cents, potatoes down 1 cent.”
