There are times when you are at a loss for direction, when the repetition of simple things is all you have. I decided to clean my old Colt, since it was due for it. The cleaning kit was in the same old box in my desk, the same kit that I had taken from one of father's subalterns in Madras when I was much younger. in the lid were the two letters, both faded with time and rereading.
"To my dear little Dragoon,
I am sure your father would be appalled at this gift to you, but I feel that you are ready for a pistol of your own. This is my own Navy belt pistol that I carried while I was exploring. It is not new, but it should have many more good years of service left in it. Take care of it and it shall take care of you. I was quite compelled watching you ride last week, and I am sure that the local lads will not soon forget being outridden by a lass. You do so favor your late mother. Please write as often as you can, for Addie and I do miss you greatly.
Your uncle,
Richard"
"Dearest Daughter,
The secretary at the ministry tells me that you are excelling in your new position. Please take care of yourself, as Sona and I expect that you should come to visit once your posting to the Cape colony is over. I have sent you a package that should be with this letter. It is a new belt pistol manufactured by the Americans Smith & Wesson. This should be a much better choice than the old Colt that your uncle gave you when you turned 18. I wanted you to know that he told me he had done it back then, and that I remained silent so as to not ruin the feeling of forbidden fruit. I will not be able to write for a bit, since the regiment is being posted to the frontier again, and I expect the post to be slow.
I remain,
Your father"
That pistol was at the bottom of a river in the veldt, and the duties had fallen back to the old Colt. That seems so long ago...
I am perplexed, and full of questions. Something has happened to a friend, and I am at a loss as to what I should do. No one has seen Beq, and she has not been back to the house in some time. I have tried to resist the urge to search her room, but I fear that I may need to resort to more invasive actions in order to determine what has happened.
"To my dear little Dragoon,
I am sure your father would be appalled at this gift to you, but I feel that you are ready for a pistol of your own. This is my own Navy belt pistol that I carried while I was exploring. It is not new, but it should have many more good years of service left in it. Take care of it and it shall take care of you. I was quite compelled watching you ride last week, and I am sure that the local lads will not soon forget being outridden by a lass. You do so favor your late mother. Please write as often as you can, for Addie and I do miss you greatly.
Your uncle,
Richard"
"Dearest Daughter,
The secretary at the ministry tells me that you are excelling in your new position. Please take care of yourself, as Sona and I expect that you should come to visit once your posting to the Cape colony is over. I have sent you a package that should be with this letter. It is a new belt pistol manufactured by the Americans Smith & Wesson. This should be a much better choice than the old Colt that your uncle gave you when you turned 18. I wanted you to know that he told me he had done it back then, and that I remained silent so as to not ruin the feeling of forbidden fruit. I will not be able to write for a bit, since the regiment is being posted to the frontier again, and I expect the post to be slow.
I remain,
Your father"
That pistol was at the bottom of a river in the veldt, and the duties had fallen back to the old Colt. That seems so long ago...
I am perplexed, and full of questions. Something has happened to a friend, and I am at a loss as to what I should do. No one has seen Beq, and she has not been back to the house in some time. I have tried to resist the urge to search her room, but I fear that I may need to resort to more invasive actions in order to determine what has happened.