He does, indeed, notice the fact that this is not your typical 1880's dinner table in a southern farmhouse.
(He wonders if this is why Mayor Walker seemed...clipped, when speaking about Samuel Barlow. He has a feeling he's not far off the mark, in some respects.)
When addressed, he nods politely and then glances around the table, making mental note of the names of the other men seated around. Over the course of the day he's met them all, either on their earlier walk-around or just a few minutes prior, in the bunkhouse.
Then he looks back at Samuel and nods. "Yessir, I believe I am," he replies. "And thank you for havin' me."
And hirin' me on.
But he doesn't need to say that, not when the older man can likely read it straight out of his eyes.
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(He wonders if this is why Mayor Walker seemed...clipped, when speaking about Samuel Barlow. He has a feeling he's not far off the mark, in some respects.)
When addressed, he nods politely and then glances around the table, making mental note of the names of the other men seated around. Over the course of the day he's met them all, either on their earlier walk-around or just a few minutes prior, in the bunkhouse.
Then he looks back at Samuel and nods. "Yessir, I believe I am," he replies. "And thank you for havin' me."
And hirin' me on.
But he doesn't need to say that, not when the older man can likely read it straight out of his eyes.