And he gave the Tanner a crack that made him roar for all his coughing.
But the tanner had put on a high silk hat, so as to look a little taller.
Tanner could not bridge the chasm between himself and his daughter.
In the interim Tanner walked to where Schofield stood, silent.
“One of the family,” muttered Tanner, his thoughts still busy.
And Tanner managed the thing ...