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Goody,
I hope this letter finds you well. I suppose I am. It’s deen been a few months since my last letter. Not sure how many. It was spring or summer last time, and now it ain’t long before winter sits sets in.
I brought in a couple of interesting bounties in these months. Biggest one was only $150, but it got me a new gun and plenty of ammo. Let me spoil Jack a bit too. He still won’t let me buy him a new set of tack, but I did manage to pursuede persuade him to accept a new blanket. It was a trying couple of weeks, but he’s letting me use it on him now. That’ll be a good thing when winter gets here. His old one was getting a bit threddare thredbear ratty.
Guess my spelling is still pretty bad, isn’t it? Maman would be so disappointed. Probably Colette more. She always got madder than hell when I screwed up something simple. Always tried to tell it didn’t look right and some of those letters all look the same, but I don’t think she ever got that. You used to get it, Goody. I miss that.
I miss how we used to be. I miss how close we used to be and how we used to talk. I miss how we used to be able to talk. I hate how we haven’t been able to do that for years. I miss talking to you, my brother.
One of the bounties I chased bowm down was just to pay back the ferrier farrier for reshoeing Jack. You’d have laughed at this guy, Goody. He was so busy trying to get away that he fell over a cliff and broke his own damn neck. Almost felt bad taking him in for the money. Still did it though. Easiest $50 I’ve ever made.
I’m going to be heading pack back to Carson City soon. Summer was harsh this year, and some of the old timers are talking about it being a hard winter this year. They said the same thing last year, but I don’t know. Seems like maybe this year it will be. I’ve got enough stashed back now to ride out the winter, so I’ll probably stay there until Spring, barring any kind of emergencies.
I got one last bounty to collect on before I go pack back home to Carson City. The guy runs alone, so it shouldn’t be too hard. I won’t mention what he’s done to get a bounty on him. I don’t like thinking about it. It was bad, though, Goody, bad enough that I need to take him out before he can do it to anyone else.
If you want to meet me, I’ll
I can’t ask you to come join me in Carson City. I want to, but I can’t. I’ve done too much that I regret, not in the least of which being how we parted ways. I said so much that I regret back then. When I think about what I called you back then, I could kick myself. I could do worse than that . I wasn’t thinking. I’d go so far as to say I was stupid.
I can’t write any more. This is Goody, I
I’m stopping here, Goody. This is so much harder than I thought it would be.
Take care of yourself, Goody. Know that I miss you and that I think of you often. I would like to see you again, but I’m not going to ask you to come here. If you decide to, I should be arriving in early October. No later than the middle of the month unless something changes. I hope nothing changes.
Your loving brother,
T-Jo
The PDF version of the Carson City letter can be found here.
[section=Footer Notes]27 February 2017There will be links to the letters in PDF format with correct handwriting in each chapter. For Joshua, I’ve chosen the Saucy Jack font (with Mistral for special characters).
There is method to my madness regarding all the things that have been scratched out. Namely, I’m not sure where I developed my headcanon of Faraday being a little dyslexic. It came about somewhere between the fanon that he can’t read and the deleted scene where he mentions reading books about Jack Horne. And given that this is a Joshua Faraday who was raised in a well-to-do Cajun/Creole household, it just seemed to make sense. Bearing in mind, of course, that this would have been written in French, of course.
~Adora[endsection]