POV: Colt

The letter arrived on a Tuesday.

I was sitting in my study with the curtains drawn and the fire dying and a glass of whiskey in my hand that I had not touched in hours. The room was dark and cold and the only light came from the embers glowing orange in the grate.

A servant knocked and entered and placed the letter on the desk without a word. I did not look at it at first. I did not look at anything anymore. I just sat and stared at the wall and let the hours pass.

Then I picked it up.

It was from a pack in...