"Hm.. impatient I see." Trenholme smiled at her irritation, "The call sign of youth. And a lack of appreciation of time.... hmm... time?  Don't you have a shift to finish? And a drunk to oversee?"<br/><br/>He smiled, "Or perhaps even contact your uncle to check I'm for real... hmm? Or do you offer to go outside with every stranger who walks in here..." He paused again and looked around, "Though I don't expect you get many strangers here. Perhaps if you come outside and see my ride? And call your uncle?"<br/><br/>He opened the door to wave her through, pointing at a spot behind the jail which seemed to contain nothing more impressive than a rusting cowshed that had probably been there since the depression...