"Pleased t' meet ya," said Lucinda. "Hope you're hungry...there's plenty more down cellar in a teacup." "I am," answered Hank. " You and Joe always are, " answered Lucinda.
Hank led her inside. "Lorraine...you remember my Uncle Jeremiah...this is my Aunt Lucinda. Auntie....this is Lorraine..." he said as if displaying a precious creature.
His wife nodded setting another place. Hank smiled his dimpled smile as he climbed off of Fly and lifted Lorraine down with both hands. Well, Fly ain't much in the way of a carriage, but ..." he began taking her hand, "we like it here."
"Well the only hotel in Sleepy City is also the worst hotel in Sleepy City...why don't you stay out at the farm. Ya can share a room with my cousin Dixie," invited Hank with a smile.
Hank smiled a little holding the rens and maneuvering them expertly in one hand, his horse Fly seeming to know where he wanted to go without words. "Sure is.." he said his right hand on Loraine's side helping her to stay steady on the horse."
"Well...he does a good job of getting in trouble alright..." he said helpng her on his horse. "Course I ain't been known t be an angel myself," says with a small kick in the stirrups urging his horse forward.
"I know," answered Luke simply, staring at his foot. "Just the farm...and Jaime..." "Now you stop your frettin... everythin's gonna be fine...just fine," interrupted Jesse.
"Said cuz I'm allergic to anesthesia...." said Luke trying not to sound concerned. "Least they realized that... least they's takin precautions..." said Jesse refusing to see the down side. "I spose," answered Luke softly.