She watched silently as the man made his way to the house...taking note of a weathered and weary appearance.<br/><br/>"This is the Winston spread...I am Mrs. Winston." She smiled as Little John strode up, touching the brim of his hat before he sat down on the last porch step.<br/><br/>"This is John Masters, my hired hand. Folks all call him Little John, though."<br/><br/>She looked back at the stranger, soft blueish green eyes assessing him.<br/><br/>"I apologize for the apprehensiveness. I get all manner of visitors from a certain tycoon in town, looking to run me clean off my property..." she watched him, still assessing. For all she knew he could be working for that pompous ass, but then again...his appearance seemed haggered, as though he had been traveling a long while. Wind worn and cold.<br/><br/>"I can offer a cup of coffee and a warmer coat if you'd like? Are you from around these parts?"