Re: Chattin' Over the Back Fence All Nice Like

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: : Dear Peg,

: : Not likely to see that Girty fella again soon.  He's huntin' agin, and I better not see him til he comes back with that eagle feather he promised me for my scalpin' tuft.

: : Howsever, if YOU want to tell Girty and the Shawnees they have to wear shirts at Bumppo's, have at it - I'm not likely to put my dainty self in danger passin' an order like that.  Like to start a riot at Bumppo's, that's what I think!  Besides, where else can we Femin-nine types get a gander at them shinin' pecs?  We aren't often invited to attend Dr. Mary's Ladies' Night at Fort Wm. Henry, ye know.

: : She, etc.

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: >>Dear She Who Tracks,

: I must thank ye fer' not losin' your 'ead when I gotta cuttin' mad with me skelpin' knife on yar' dress t'other night. I a'feerd it was jes' a tad too much ale & the excitment at being so near ye', a child of the wilderness like me'self [and the thought of seein' yar' legs ;-) ]... I'm jes' glad ye' did not scream, for that would have got me blood real hot, and brought the Sheriff and those Colonials runnin' after me!
: Yar' skelp tuft did indeed look mighty fine, miss, , and I have found a prized eagle feather fer' it [you will find it in the holler' of that lil' willow tree near the creek where we's sat fer' a spell, if ye' recall?]...

: As fer' Mistress O'Reilly wishin' fer' me Shawnee brothers to put shirts on before enterin' her establishment, I will pass yar' message along, but I cannot enforce it, this up to you, miss.

: She Who Tracks, I look forward to our next rendezvous, and the site of the eagle feather in yar' skelp tuft ....

: S. Girty


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