Lorenz took another sandwich and a pickle. This one he chewed. “Don"t that Stanley fellow like y"ll?” He looked at MacDonald warily, but the man had said he had a right to ask questions.
“To most in this town, we are nay but damn Yankees. They tried to burn us out during the war and failed. Now they can do nay.” Laughter edged in MacDonald"s speech, then vanished. “Then too, they are nay happy with yere mither.” He paused and Lorenz looked at him.
“She twas with the Comanche for two years, laddie. The townspeople think she should hide away like some dirty thing.” The r"s rolled more thickly on his tongue again. “Fortunately, yere mither has more sense and pride than that. Howe"er, any slurs that may be said against her in this town are my business, nay yeres.”
Anger shook Lorenz and he
