The Lancaster's were so old they'd started to look like each other, except Ma Lancaster didn't chew and spit, so her face was devoid of tobacco juice. They had a house, not much bigger than my shack, but it was kept up, and clean.
Pa Lancaster shook his head when I came bustin' to their door that night. I didn't know till later that he'd gotten up the next day, and he and the sheriff had run Harvey out of the county.
I stayed with the Lancasters first because they made me welcome. I stayed longer because they made me feel safe. Finally, I was just family and they needed me. But I didn't quit worryin' about Comfort all the way gone in Texas. I figured on finding her some day.
I continued to read Godey's of an evening, giving the Lancasters great hopes for my future as a lady.