"Reckon y'all're inclined ta go play Dorothy," Alex says, unable to keep a twinkle from his eye no matter how sober and serious his voice.  "Reckon I'll tag along, show ya the way.  Not that I'm from Kansas."<br/><br/>He straightens up slowly, stretches...another accidental show for the ladies results.  Pretty sure he doesn't know it.  If he did, he'd preen more and be self-conscious instead of almost ferally graceful about it.<br/><br/>"Can't do much about a guide book.  Or the lack thereof.  Asked the ol' man once about that, an' he said somethin' about the best books on the subject havin' a bad habit of drivin' the readers nuts.  So we jus' make do."<br/><br/>He leaves the circle, heading toward his truck.  One hand rubs the back of his neck, the other digs for his keys in one pocket of his jeans.<br/><br/>"Guess we better shake some dust.  Anyone need a ride?"