The preacher man spoke up, "Whaddya say, sir? You up ta doin’ this nice lady a good turn?”<br/><br/>Jeb looked sideways at him, still eyeing the dark beauty standing at the door of the Rose. "Alrighty, I'll put in a hand. But, just to point out what maybe nobody considered, has anyone checked to see if this here monstrosity will fit through the barber shop door? And, if'n it do weigh three to six hundert pounds, we don't got near enough muscle to get it there."