Lorenz and Martin were sorting through the trousers in Kasper"s store when they heard the sound of approaching horses and they turned their attention to the window to watch a wagon pull to a stop. “Lookie there,” said Martin his blue eyes suddenly gleaming.
The new arrival"s gaunt team stood with bowed heads, half-heartedly switching their tails at the flies. Two more horses were tethered at the back of the wagon which had once been red, but was now faded like a barn on some war-deserted farm. Dirty canvas was lashed over the ribs extending from side to side. The man handling the horses looked to be of average height and possibly middle-aged when he jumped down, dust swirling around him and off of him. The next to step down was a woman clad in a cotton sweat, stained dress. She wore a sun
