"Wilson?" Jeff remembered. "I met an Ike Wilson in Cressman."
"Did you now? Ike's one of my boys. What was he doin'?"
"He was--" Jeff fumbled. "Darned if I haven't forgotten!"
Her laugh was like rippling water. "He was in jail for stealin'
chickens. You can say it, Jeff. It takes all kinds to make a family. My
Tommy's a doctor, my Joel's a lawyer, my Billy's a sailor--" She named
four more sons, all of whom were in some useful occupation, and
finished, "They all followed their natural bent and Ike just naturally
took to chicken stealin'." She turned to Dan. "You kin to Johnny
Blazer?"