Smith And Wesson
A/N: I am a horrible terrible person. I thought I added this very delayed addition to my "Growin' Up" letters fic between Jayne and Ma Cobb. So so so so so so sorry guys! Please enjoy and please don't hate me!-brey
Dear Ma an’ Mattie,
Things is alright with me. I’m sorry I ain’t writ in a while. I was in between ships and didn’t have the time or money for post, but I got me a job with a guy by the name o’ Marco and it looks t’be pretty regular pay, even if the ship is fallin’ apart ‘round me while I write. I should be able to git he ammo and parts I need for Jo and Carla (she’s my new little darlin’. The guy I won her offa didn’t know what he was doin and she’s in need of some love)
We got a job interceptin’ some cargo from an old Firefly next week. Who knows? Maybe they’ll have something worth takin. Marco takes horrible jobs, ain’t nothing worth takin fer myself on any of em.
Here’s some coin from my share o’ the last job. We didn’t get much but I know you need it more’n me and you know I always take care of my girls. And you too are my best girls, always. There should be enough of a payoff of this next job for me to send enough for Mattie ta see that doctor in Harpersville, and then some so I’ll get that to ya’ll soon as I can.
I gotta git now, I hear tell there’s a poker game involvin’ a couple guys by the names of Smith and Wesson so I best go check that out. Maybe it’ll be worth my while.
Take care o’ one nother till I get home, now.
Love,
Jayne