"Mornin' reverend." Jeb spoke with a distinctive Missouri drawl. He tipped his hat to the man. Up close, Jeb is weathered and scarred, but he wears the shadow of a smile on his bearded face. "Glad to make yer acquaintance.  Heard you folks had some hard times down at the mine."<br/><br/>He listened to the holy man's ploy to help the ladies unpack, and stood up, "Yep, certainly wouldn't be neighborly to stand by and not help out." He followed the reverend across the street.