>>>And by the time the wagon was finally empty, Jules emerged out the front, carrying plates of succotash and cornbread and tin mugs of coffee for everyone, with all the grace of an experienced waitress.<br/>"Um...here.  I hope you like it," she murmured, offering each man a meal.<<<<br/><br/>Jeb turned from the wagon at the sound of her voice, "Aw Miss Jules, yer an angel amongst the wicked. My belly has been tryin ta eat itself for the last hour." He eagerly accepts the offered food and drink from her. The lanky old man then sits down on the stoop of the barber shop turned newspaper office and prepares to eat. Jules notices that he treats the succotash and cornbread as if it were a prime rib dinner served on imported china. He sets the tin plate on his knees and raises a spoonful toward his mouth, then pauses, a slightly irritated look on his grizzled face. "Reverend, I suppose you got some words you'd like to say to the Almighty, in honor of this auspicious occasion?"