“You Miss Crow, ma’am?” he asked kindly.
“Miss Jeddo,” she corrected, standing in the door of the cook tent, for she was cleaning up after the noonday meal.
“Yes—that’s right. I got it wrong. Here’s a note for ye, ma’am.”
“Who from?”
“Daisy.”
The envelope was dirty and not addressed. She tore it across the end and removed a dirtier piece of paper. She read:
Wing o’ the Crow,
Care Jeddo Daisy and Jeddo contracters beloved—
Each little itum is jake wingo and I will be back in no time Ask the Sheriff if that aint so. Then we will knock them in the colar together hey wingo. You and me and some more old stifs. Im sending you some stifs—put them on those new teems and feed them wel.
Phinehas Daisy Vise President
Your Devoted Phinehas