Not that he was ever rude, but compared to the city folk who wore politeness like a mask, he'd seemed a bit coarse. Over time, "rough" Mr. Kesma disappeared, replaced by the polite Mr. Kesma, albeit with the occasional family quarrel over the boundary stone.
Everyone has a role model, someone they admire and aspire to be like. For the Kesma family, Mr. Kesma was that figure, influencing the family's courteous demeanor.
The young girl's smile revealed slightly yellowed teeth, and the freckles on her nose dotted her face like stars scattered across a night sky.
Quickly averting his gaze, Mason adjusted his hat, tapped his pistol at his waist, and nudged past the last few people to enter the center of the crowd.
