"Why, Will, where did you get this?" she inquired, sitting very erect.
"Mebbe if you'd tell me what it is I could help you out," he grinned.
"Why, it's a letter father wrote to a man in Tombstone, Arizona. See
here! Father's name is signed to it! I saw father write it. Why, I
rode over to Dry Bottom and mailed it! This man had written to father
a long time before, asking for a job. I have his letter somewhere. It
was the oddest letter! It was positively a gem of formality. I can
remember every word of it, for I must have read it a dozen times. It
ran:
"DEAR SIR:
"The undersigned has been at the location noted below for a term of
years and desires to make a change. If you have an opening for a good
all-around man, the undersigned would be willing to work for you. If
you would want a recommendation, you can address Amos Burroughs, of the
Pig-Pen Ranch, near Tombstone, where the undersigned is employed.
"Yours truly,
"DEAL SANDERSON."
Mary leaned forward in her chair and looked at Sanderson with eager,
questioning eyes.
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