A mighty fine hunch, indeed.

There's a hint of the devil in Charles Sr.'s eyes when he looks at 'Jay.' Like a man recognizing his own face in a mirror after several years time.

"Ah-yeah," he answers, cutting the word short and sharp. "Has himself an estate few miles north of here, near Heyser. Pretty good size, too. Can't complain, seein' as how he keeps my family in bacon throughout the winter."

He smirks, razor sharp.