As we approached she called out to James, who was heavily loaded with household things, “Geems, whorey up, you are so slow!”
“Who lives in that house we have just passed?” said I, pointing to the log cabin.
“I did.”
“Were you there during the fight?”
“Guess I was.”
“Where was your husband?”
“He war dead.”
“Was he killed in the battle?”
“No, big Pete Jones killed him about two months ago.”
“How far is it to Germania Ford?”