Love Letters: Red Cacti at Dawn
I miss you more’n I care to admit. This campaign trail - it is not the adventure we had across the plains of Mars, and there are no riders to distract me from the duty I find ‘pon me with every stop. Oh there are people aplenty to keep me riding the straight-and-narrow, but none with the sparkle in their eye or the softness in their kiss that was all I wanted at the end of a day with you. It feels might like a trick of fate that I, Cactoid Jim, should yearn so for the love of an outlaw.
No matter how far you roam, know that you have left permanent tracks on the plains of my heart.
My outlaw nights are warmed only by your words and the memories of our months together. That no bounty hunters have uncovered my location, but your letters make it through every time is a near on miracle. If’n there were a way to cross the stars and bring you back to my fireside, you know I’d grab it. But we have ta accept the truth: Bounty hunters aren’t known for mercy and even your fame would not garner us conjugal visitation.
If’n I’m set upon before this reaches you, know that your arms are the only home I ever loved so much as Mars.