For all of his lack of education, George isn't a stupid man. He follows. Maybe not every five dollar word, but he gets the gist, along with some probably unintended conclusions, like she sounds like some abercrombie and really enjoys the sound of her own voice.

His brows creep higher the longer she goes, almost incredulous that anybody has that many words in them at once that all need to come out in one sitting. When she finishes he rubs his hand slowly down his mouth.

His voice is more than a little wry. "Coulda jes' said that last bit an' got your point across. Damn." He sits up and turns a little to begin unrolling his bedroll. Once it's flat, he rolls onto it and flips the blanket over him.

"Least I don't miss talkin' no more."