When Rex started to reply, Tom Wilks waved a hand. "Oh, I know the Federation experts tell us different—say they live up there under the ice cap, but I don't believe it. A few of them would wander down."
"Young Tommy tells me you've got one around. A character named Barzoo."
"Uh-huh. God knows where he came from or what he wants here. Doesn't care to work a lick."
This, Rex realized, was Tom Wilks' basis of judging a man. A worker rated high with him. A fairly presentable worker rated high enough to be considered for his daughter's hand. Not a bad way to look at it at that, Rex thought.
"I'd like to meet this Barzoo."
"Tommy'll take you out there any time you say."
"He goes alone?"
"The old coot's harmless. Looked him over myself. He takes the youngster fishing."
"Characters like that interest me."
"Well, finish this fence now and then get back to the house. Jean's fixed up something a little special for supper. Got her hair and face all shined up too. I wonder why?"