Yeah, I'd  have questions too if I were you.

Send all questions via cowboy on horseback. One who'll deliver me your letter, tip his hat, and go "g'evening ma'am" so I can fall in love and regret being born in the 21st century. Why would I want to go on the internet when I could be yeehawing to my hearts content before dying of cholera at age 25?

Or you could send your message in this thingy here, I guess.