"Affirmative, Trace." She offered back her appreciation, then her head so she could meet his eyes. She figured him a decent foot higher than her five-two, in any event, wearing her boots. "The men you sent along from America, they're a fine group."
"As I handpicked them, I concur." She thought his voice faintly unapproachable, yet not threatening. "Furthermore, do you never pick females then?"
He grinned gradually so it appeared to be that humor just mo seyed over his face until it arrived at eyes the shade of turf smoke. "I do for sure and as frequently as could be expected. Both on and off the gig. I've placed probably my best woodworker on this task. She'll be here the following week."
"It's great to know my cousin Brian was on the right track around there. He said you recruited by a
