“Please find her,” Rudolph asked.  “She’s a very good woman, always treats her ranch hands honestly, never hurt a soul who didn’t deserve it in her life.”

“I’ll try,” Winston said.  He touched his brow and went on his way.

Waiting for him at the Post Office were several pieces of mail for the sheriff’s office, a stack of telegrams all waiting for delivery from the Western Union Office next door, a thick envelope for him from the East Coast, and to his surprise a letter from Germany. 

“Fellow with the same name as that Prussian scientist.  You sure you want a piece of mail from Germany?” The clerk stared at him suspiciously and waved the letter from the land of the recent foe.

Winston glanced at the return address.  “Same name because it is that Prussian scientist.  He’s actually Swiss.  Met him in Denmark during the war. Haven’t heard from him since the war ended.”

“You were in Denmark?  Not with our boys over there?” the clerk asked, now even more suspiciously.

“I was staying in Denmark,” Winston said.  “We got into the War.  Embassy warned me:  Germans think I’m a spy, because I keep travelling to Germany on short trips. If I take a ship home from Denmark, I’m apt to be detained by their Navy and shot.  If I stay put, the Germans will wonder what I’m spying on. They had half-a-dozen guys following me around, doing nothing for their war effort. So I stayed put.”

“And I see I have another customer,” the clerk announced as he handed out the envelope.  “Good work taking six men out of the Hun war effort.”`

“Thank you.  Always good to talk,” Winston answered, forcing a smile.  One more stop,  he thought, and I reach the Sheriff’s Office and start writing.

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