Jeb turned toward the tall woman, slightly amused, but also symathetic to her shyness, "Miss Jules, we'll help you finish the unloading, he & me. Yer payin us to do a job, we'll finish the job. My Mama thought me better than leavin' afore the chores are done." He then hoisted a sack from the wagon over his shoulder and carried it inside. Jeb kept working until the wagon was empty, he was generally a sour, jaded old man, but if he made a bargain, he did his best to hold up his end.<br/><br/>"Miss Jules, you certain you want these supplies out back? Seems we could move the barber chairs out back, and leave your valuables inside where they can be looked after."