Introduction: In the wild west, there are tales of fame, glory, and renewal of life as people venture out for the gold rush. But me and my family... we only knew of hate, despair, and the abandoning of trust. Other stories from the indians speak of monsters, some that would only appear in dreams, some that only exist in dreams, and others who live like wild beasts when they were once men. My journal from back then is a story, a synopsis, of my experiences in the west... and my eventual descent into madness.This story will be extremely short in its chapters and length. it is supposed to be short as it was just a writing that I wanted to churn out quickly. This isn''t my only piece of work, though I only have one other to speak of, but I hope you go check it out nonetheless. It''s called the Difference in Types. Won''t describe it here since I want you to figure if you like it for yourself, but still, go look it up and make a judgment on it as you please. Let me know where I can improve and change. Enjoy!...