Whoa there pardners!

Let's let the trailboss grab a little shuteye instead of worken' on the aeroplane or as

soon as he reaches his homestead. I hears that when yus flies all over the goshdarn

place your brains git as fuzzy as a wet piece of jerky yus left in your longjohn's for a

month.

I ain't wanten the bossman to make any mistakes with the news., 'specially when them

nosey, highfalooten, burrocrats is watchen every word like them's a polecat's track

aheaden for the outhouse.

Hit yours bedroll MF,... the news can wait.

Cheers

GH