Grotesques
I apologize if my handwriting is not as neat as before, but I am writing this in the Montana plains by moonlight and cannot see as clear as on the train. And I can’t light a lantern either, because that might attract the Indians, though they are supposedly peaceful ones out here, at least according to the driver.
Let me continue.
So there was that anonymous note I had about a business proposition and I told the fellows about it. We decided to go meet the man who wrote it at Black Cleft.
We rondyvewed the next night, J, D, the other fellow and me. We went to the gorge, walked down and saw a small cave in the cleft wall fifteen feet up from the ground that we walked on. In that raised shelf was a strange tent and beside it was a small fire. We went closer to the tent and saw t
