AN: Hey, sorry this is late and that it's so short. Thanks for reading though!
July 23, 1899
Dear Jack,
Hey, it's Crutchie again. I'm sorry I couldn't go to the window yesterday when you came. Snyder the Spider found out about the letter I sent and gave me another soaking with my crutch. I'll keep writing though, you're my brother.
I knew Specs would get that last letter to you. This one I'm gonna give to this friend I've made in here and he'll bring it to the window and give it to you or anyone else that comes.
Soon's I get good enough to escape I'm going for it, so don't expect too many more letters. My escape plan'll work. When I get home I'm going straight up to the rooftop to sit under the stars with you.
After I get home I want to get my things together and buy a train ticket with you to go to Santa Fe. We'se gonna be so free out there and my leg ain't going to hurt anymore and I can go running around.
It's been so long since I've run. I miss that. Not more than I miss you and the fellas and your penthouse in the sky.
Remember to protect one another. Also, settle the strike first. I'll be good as new as soon's I get outta here. Don't matter what the Spider is doing to me. That's the one thing you need to do, win the strike. Pulitzer's going down.
The end
Your brother,
Crutchie
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Santa Fe
FanfictionWe all know Crutchie was sent to The Refuge. This is the story of what happened there, written through letters. Trigger Warnings: young character death, abuse, imprisonment, referenced suicide, thoughts of suicide, neglect, mild cursing. I will post...
