that usually attends town meetings. I'm surprised… and delighted… to see you here."
This Mr. Van Buren came to the front bypassing the reverend, and stood before me.
"…and you are always so quiet…" The reverend's voice trailed off.
"The frontiersman." A voice from the pews whispered.
His eyes were the bluish color of the heavens before sunset. The brown hat he held in his large hands was well-worn and trimmed with a band of leather. A small hatchet rested in his belt on one hip and his revolver on the other.
His eyes met mine, but he spoke to all in attendance. "We've been discussing this young lady's future, but no one has bothered to ask her what her name is." His voice was kind and soft but took on the room like a champion.
(NB:- to be continued in the girl on the train part4)