Some might say the same about you, Mr. Wynert. [Under the thin guise of formality does Jacob sneak his way to Ned. Sneak, he thinks. As if there were any way to on the trail with very few other wagons around. He seemed to hop off the last one passing Ned and his poor horse after hearing his... ridiculousness.
It is his unmistakable grin that identifies him, if it weren't already painfully obvious. And if that weren't about, he clasps his hand around Ned's shoulder with no regard for his space. That sure is Frye.] What do they say here... Howdy, partner?
it's a horse ned
It is his unmistakable grin that identifies him, if it weren't already painfully obvious. And if that weren't about, he clasps his hand around Ned's shoulder with no regard for his space. That sure is Frye.] What do they say here... Howdy, partner?