“You are welcome to what we have, I am sure.”
“And who could ask for more, ma’am? The fruit of the beautiful hen and
the runnin’ gear of the noble hog is a fit repast for the gods. I thank
ye from me heart.”
Bud Deal had studied Jimmy a bit closer in the light. His clothes were
of the range—not the kind a tramp would wear. Jimmy had picked them up
at a second-hand store.
“Cow-hand?” asked Bud.