The woman dismissed her daughter yet again despite him sticking up for her. It was her perogative Turk supposed and nodded when the girl said goodbye. He certainly could see for himself now why the younger one wanted to leave her home for perhaps some adventure.
"Will you be staying long, Mr Flagg? I have a much bigger and nicer room I will be able to move you into the day after tomorrow" Mrs. Wigfall now inquired.
"Don't know how long I plan on staying. A good week at least though. As for a bigger and nicer room, don't need it or want it. This one will do me just fine. I don't reckon on spendin' much time in it anyhow, cept for to sleep there at night. But thank ya for the offer," he replied.
"No Irish!"
"Don't know how long I plan on staying. A good week at least though. As for a bigger and nicer room, don't need it or want it. This one will do me just fine. I don't reckon on spendin' much time in it anyhow, cept for to sleep there at night. But thank ya for the offer," he replied.
"Very good." nodded Mary Wigfall, leaving it at that, despite her interest in the man; for she too, once she heard the name, recognised it as the one belonging to the shootist who had donated a fat wad of bounty money to local good causes. However, many years' experience had taught her not to delve directly into the private business of her tenants.
However, she did need to know one practicality.
"And will you be requiring a front door key, Mr Flagg. If so, I hope you will come in quietly after 10 of the Clock at night." she chided.
The woman seemed content not to push her offer, it was nice of her to have made it but Turk had simple tastes and a room with a roof over his head was all he wanted.
"And will you be requiring a front door key, Mr Flagg. If so, I hope you will come in quietly after 10 of the Clock at night." she chided.
"Ma'am, I try to come in quietly anywhere I go and regardless of what time it is but thank you for the warning. I will try all the harder to be the ...what do they say? Church mouse," Turk nodded with a grin.
"Good day to you. See you at the breakfast table.
"No Irish!"
"Ma'am, I try to come in quietly anywhere I go and regardless of what time it is but thank you for the warning. I will try all the harder to be the ...what do they say? Church mouse," Turk nodded with a grin.
"Well, with your silent tread, let's just hope you don't surprise me on the corridor in my nightgown then, Mr Flagg!" she smiled greedily and touched his arm as if in jest, but there was a definite hint that she would actually quite like to be 'surprised in her nightgown' by the tough gunslinger.
He quickly got the frustrated landlady out of his room, before anything else along those lines might be said.
"Good day to you. See you at the breakfast table."
"Oh, of course, you must be tired after your exertions today, ridding the town of that awful man" (whoever he had been!) "... and do remember to let me know if you would like a hot bath sometime. We usually charge extra for that, but not in the case of a charitable hero like yourself Mr Flagg, I would prepare it for you personally, not too hot, of course. We wouldn't want to scald anything, would we?" she purred, before leaving him to unpack his junk.