"Of course," he says, as Hawthorn takes his leave to go find his wife among the crowd of townsfolk, nodding politely before he turns his attention back to the Walkers.

He shifts just slightly on his feet, one thumb hooked easily in his gun belt, at his left hip.

"Well, sir, I was headin' south outta Galveston and lookin' for a place to stop for a spell, and when I came in through town via the stage route, realized that you all were havin' yourselves quite the picnic for Independence Day...figured I might as well see what all was goin' on."