[Lawrence gives him a nod as he makes his way inside.]
Mighty hospitable of you.
[He glances around the room; wonders what the chairs did to end up in a pile. He affords the books the least amount of interest. He is not primarily there for them. Reading, something inside of Lawrence says, is not for men like him. Reading is for city folk; people with soft hands and a distinct lack of wanted posters.
But El Lazo could read. Lawrence has no particular memory of how he learned to do so; it was not important to the revolutionary. But it was useful.
Even so, Lawrence would not have agreed to learn himself, except that: Steve interests him. There is something about him that brings to mind Slim Miller, not that the two look at all alike. Slim was narrow faced; his blond hair more often than not like a tumbleweed on top of his head. Lawrence looks Steve over like his cabin.]
You're a helluva lot taller than you look on the contraption.
[Steve is one of those leggy bastards. But he has that same boyish enthusiasm Slim had, and that Lawrence (as El Lazo) had always liked; found refreshing compared to the mainly ornery bunch he rode with.]
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Date: 12 Jul 2020 02:05 (UTC)Mighty hospitable of you.
[He glances around the room; wonders what the chairs did to end up in a pile. He affords the books the least amount of interest. He is not primarily there for them. Reading, something inside of Lawrence says, is not for men like him. Reading is for city folk; people with soft hands and a distinct lack of wanted posters.
But El Lazo could read. Lawrence has no particular memory of how he learned to do so; it was not important to the revolutionary. But it was useful.
Even so, Lawrence would not have agreed to learn himself, except that: Steve interests him. There is something about him that brings to mind Slim Miller, not that the two look at all alike. Slim was narrow faced; his blond hair more often than not like a tumbleweed on top of his head. Lawrence looks Steve over like his cabin.]
You're a helluva lot taller than you look on the contraption.
[Steve is one of those leggy bastards. But he has that same boyish enthusiasm Slim had, and that Lawrence (as El Lazo) had always liked; found refreshing compared to the mainly ornery bunch he rode with.]
So how're you aimin' to school me, Padre?