A visit to Caleb Brown brought an invitation to dine with the merchant. I accepted gratefully. Filling my day was already presenting a problem. Discerning circumstances were different from previous visits. Mr. Brown probed as to my intent. I shared my plans to the extent they existed.
Later that evening, I dropped by the inn’s saloon for a dram of spirits prior to retiring. Halfway through my libation, Captain Jamieson and the lieutenants Morrow and Smith appeared at my elbow and offered a drink.