"Tom McCleary," offers the new guy, with a similar nod of his head. His eyes are warily sizing Jay up.
The small group is joined by yet another hand -- by the name of John -- who was introduced to Jay earlier in the day.
"Mr. Gordon comes to us all the way from Galveston," Jim offers the room. Tom lets out a low, impressed swear in response.
"You don't sound like a Galveston boy," John says, eying Jay from his bed across the way.
"Been working stock outta port to New Orleans, ain't that right?" Jim soldiers on, eyes never having left Jay's face. "Come to work with us for a spell."
"Well gol-ly," hoots Tom, snorting a soft laugh.
"John an' I have been here, what? Seven years now?" asks Jim. "Tom is goin' on five. We're real loyal hands, guess you could say."
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The small group is joined by yet another hand -- by the name of John -- who was introduced to Jay earlier in the day.
"Mr. Gordon comes to us all the way from Galveston," Jim offers the room. Tom lets out a low, impressed swear in response.
"You don't sound like a Galveston boy," John says, eying Jay from his bed across the way.
"Been working stock outta port to New Orleans, ain't that right?" Jim soldiers on, eyes never having left Jay's face. "Come to work with us for a spell."
"Well gol-ly," hoots Tom, snorting a soft laugh.
"John an' I have been here, what? Seven years now?" asks Jim. "Tom is goin' on five. We're real loyal hands, guess you could say."
That's both a statement and a warning.