To Lorenz he asked, “Do ye have a slicker?”
Lorenz shook his head. “Answer and say it right,” MacDonald"s voice rumbled out at him.
Lorenz quit gawking at the meager goods laid out on the table, flushed, threw a baleful glance at the big man and spat out, “No, suh.”
“Mayhap that can wait. It does nay seem ready to rain for a while, but twill need a shirt.”
“Will Mrs. MacDonald be needing any material for new shirts?” asked Stanley, a note of expectation crept into his voice.
“Nay, she still has a bolt from her last shopping trip, howe"er, once we have selected a pair of boots and some clothes, twill need a few supplies for the extra mouth.” He turned toward the end wall and the rack of boots. They were all crudely made, and all the same color: black. The boots were made to fit either
