"I know how to read and write, ma'am." Cullen pulled his hat off, and ran his fingers through the long salt and pepper strands. They stopped to scratch at the back of his neck. "So is it for long distances? Like a telegraph?" Though he was a little curious about what powered it. He couldn't see any witchcraft.
Not that he knew witchcraft. "What's the likelihood that the people I was travelin' with is around here somewhere?" He didn't like the idea of leaving Elam and the kid behind. In trouble. With Durant.