“They don’t seem convivial.”
“They’re probably tired. They came across the whole country just to get here.”
Jim’s quick response made Beatrice uncomfortable. He was answering a question to which he did not know the answer, which was contrary to his normal way of simply waiting to learn the truth. Her titan was certainly agitated.
“Why are they each wearing two guns?”
Jim’s eyes did not leave the approaching trio when he responded, “They don’t know what to expect out here in the West.”
“One gun per person is usually enough for a wedding.”
The titan did not laugh (or even grin) as he stood up from the table. Absently, he glanced at his fiancé while his mind turned distant thoughts. “Let me introduce you to the fellas.”
Beatrice stood up, put her arm through Jim’s crooked elbow, walked
