The small smile is a welcome sight, and it immediately puts the older man at ease.
"Well, if a 'feed' s'what you're lookin' for, I'd say you picked the right day to stop into town," he laughs good-humoredly, answering the nod of 'Jay's head with a similar one of his own, turning back to the square.
"Green Lake's an oasis. Folk come 'round these parts, most oft decide they don't want to leave," he offers, as they stroll along the broad way. He gestures idly to a fellow a few dozen feet up ahead, in a blue silk vest and wide-brimmed hat. "That's our Mayor right there, Charles Walker Sr., with his family."
The two men meet glances, and Doc Hawthorn tips his hat respectfully. Mayor Walker, stogie held firm between his grinning lips, tips his head in reply, and starts moseying towards them.
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"Well, if a 'feed' s'what you're lookin' for, I'd say you picked the right day to stop into town," he laughs good-humoredly, answering the nod of 'Jay's head with a similar one of his own, turning back to the square.
"Green Lake's an oasis. Folk come 'round these parts, most oft decide they don't want to leave," he offers, as they stroll along the broad way. He gestures idly to a fellow a few dozen feet up ahead, in a blue silk vest and wide-brimmed hat. "That's our Mayor right there, Charles Walker Sr., with his family."
The two men meet glances, and Doc Hawthorn tips his hat respectfully. Mayor Walker, stogie held firm between his grinning lips, tips his head in reply, and starts moseying towards them.