adjusts headset, kicks a tumbleweed out of the booth Well, partners, we’ve got ourselves a ghost town of a leaderboard this week. Week 6 of the Outlaws of the Hollow at Beacon Hill saw exactly zero souls brave the Boot Hill layout—the course sat quieter than a poker table after a bad bet, and I’m left here narrating the wind. It happens. Sometimes the frontier just needs a breather. So here’s to next week: the dust will settle, the plastic will fly, and I’ll be right here, contractually obligated to call it dramatic. tips digital hat Try not to get buried.