My dear Mr. Amos,
I figuratively take pen in hand to inform you that your insolence and
knavery is not only unbecoming to you, but is beginning to annoy me.
When I become annoyed I deem it needful to remove the cause of the
irritation, much as one would squeeze a pimple or lance a boil that was
preventing one from sitting correctly in the saddle. Please be assured that at
“Getaway” I shall indeed have swords with me and, if you are a
gentleman, you will give me satisfaction to the Third Blood. Should you
not do so I shall be forced to post you as a churl, a fluffbrain, a prate, a
poltroon, a poseur, and no gentleman.
I remain, Sir, your servant,