You mean I can't sample your wonderful cooking? That's a real shame. [Jacob chuckled, guiding the horse out of the mud. It's taking some effort to keep it from not running off at this rate. The two were crazy for dragging it into the river.]

C'mon, Ned. No use crying over spilled wagons. [He shook his head, beckoning for him to come.] I'll make you money some other way. Put me out on the street if you have to. I'll put the ass in assassin.