“A letter for me?” and Bonnie Belle looked out of the coach-window with surprise at the man, who was dressed as an army courier, and was well mounted.
“Are you Bonnie Belle, miss?”
“Yes, I am so called.”
“Of Yellow Dust Valley?”
“Yes, of Pocket City.”
“I have a letter, then, for you, miss.”
“Who has sent me a letter?”
“Its reading will tell you, miss.”
“You are not from the Yellow Dust country?”
“No, miss, I am from the fort at Pioneer Post.”