The two men are left to their own devices now, in the warm little dining room with the easterly sun shining in.
"Yeah, thereabouts. Name's Barlow -- Samuel Barlow. Mighta seen him 'round the picnic. His girl -- Katherine -- was the cute little thing with the blonde hair."
There's a fondness in his eyes as he speaks, and as he pauses to draw a hand through his thinning hair (forehead already exposed and shiny), he smiles faintly.
"You head on up the broad way 'til you hit the church, then turn on the northbound road heading to Victoria county. It'll take you a few hours, but eventually you'll come upon a barb fence, barley fields and the like. Head through the gate, 'bout half a mile or so you'll see a white farmhouse, arbor around the front door. That's the place. If Sam ain't around, well you can ask for Henry or Jim. They're the steward and stable master, respectively. They can probably help you out."
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"Yeah, thereabouts. Name's Barlow -- Samuel Barlow. Mighta seen him 'round the picnic. His girl -- Katherine -- was the cute little thing with the blonde hair."
There's a fondness in his eyes as he speaks, and as he pauses to draw a hand through his thinning hair (forehead already exposed and shiny), he smiles faintly.
"You head on up the broad way 'til you hit the church, then turn on the northbound road heading to Victoria county. It'll take you a few hours, but eventually you'll come upon a barb fence, barley fields and the like. Head through the gate, 'bout half a mile or so you'll see a white farmhouse, arbor around the front door. That's the place. If Sam ain't around, well you can ask for Henry or Jim. They're the steward and stable master, respectively. They can probably help you out."