"I've worked with some of his line riders before, but I'm not a part of his company, no," he says. "Been down to his place a time or two, but that was some years back."

He reaches up to pull his hat off and brush his hair back slightly, the long strands going behind his ears a bit, before he replaces it on his head. "Awful nice weather you got, coolin' effect off the lakewater and all. Perfect day for such a fine picnic. Folk do seem to be enjoying themselves."

From what he can see over here, anyways. He figures that once the Mayor tires of questioning him, he'll wander off to go socialize with his loyal citizens, that cigar between his teeth and grin planted on his face.

Doc's just looking for a glass of water, and eventually, for her.

But he's in no rush. It wouldn't be proper.

"You get a lot of folk comin' in from all the surroundin' county, I'd imagine."