Betty POV
Rising early, I went to the cook’s main wagon and started making a huge batch of pancakes. I was not sure when Mica’s men had pancakes last, if ever. But I intended to give them a treat. I had managed to cook up a large pile when the men started the venture. They to me, Gus, and the others were not up yet, they would cook other foods. I was told my one and only task each day was pancakes, which I did not mind. I love pancakes. I had three pans going at the same time, cooking as many as I could before the hungry men started to mob me for them.
Every man was respectful and polite and treated me with reverence. Each one thanked me for the pancakes as they piled their plates high, poured syrup on them, bowed to me, and moved on. It was amusing. I had not had a man bow to me for bre
