There was a stranger in his territory, and that didn't sit right with James so he made sure his trusty six shooters were loaded before heading to the door. But it was also the most interesting thing to happen on the ranch in a bit so he made sure the pair of his colts were both holstered with only their patinaed antique ivory handles on display. Too bad he didn't bother to look in a mirror as he made his way to the door. He'd had an early day and so he'd already wound down for the day and was in a pair of wolf print flannel pajama pants and an open button up flannel that was old and threadbare but delightfully soft for lounging. The gun belt snagged high on one hip and drooping down below the other only made him look ridiculous as he opened the door and squinted at the stranger before he could even knock.
James originally had some sort of disgruntled line to give the man about trespassing and how he didn't take kindly to rustlers, but as he blinked at the rather handsome looking stranger all he ended up doing was reaching up to run his hands through his already messy hair with a brief, "Howdy." He stared a bit, studying the man, nostrils flaring slightly as he took a deep breath to investigate that scent a bit more. A bit of magic maybe? It had a nice refreshing almost clean hit to it if it was. And of course there was the scent of the woods, sweat, perhaps a tiny bit of fear, and the man seemed to have enough of a limp that he immediately was striking the werewolf as prey rather than anything dangerous.
Ah, but James remembered he was still staring and cleared his throat. "Ah, something I can help you with? Some water maybe? You look a mite bit parched. Come on in, get the door behind you." Whatever was going on with the stranger who came to his door, water was probably the most immediate thing he could handle. He turned and shuffled off into the kitchen, pausing to remove and hang his gun belt up on a hook on the wall before walking back with a pitcher of water chilled with frozen lemon slices and a couple of glasses. "Here you go."
James originally had some sort of disgruntled line to give the man about trespassing and how he didn't take kindly to rustlers, but as he blinked at the rather handsome looking stranger all he ended up doing was reaching up to run his hands through his already messy hair with a brief, "Howdy." He stared a bit, studying the man, nostrils flaring slightly as he took a deep breath to investigate that scent a bit more. A bit of magic maybe? It had a nice refreshing almost clean hit to it if it was. And of course there was the scent of the woods, sweat, perhaps a tiny bit of fear, and the man seemed to have enough of a limp that he immediately was striking the werewolf as prey rather than anything dangerous.
Ah, but James remembered he was still staring and cleared his throat. "Ah, something I can help you with? Some water maybe? You look a mite bit parched. Come on in, get the door behind you." Whatever was going on with the stranger who came to his door, water was probably the most immediate thing he could handle. He turned and shuffled off into the kitchen, pausing to remove and hang his gun belt up on a hook on the wall before walking back with a pitcher of water chilled with frozen lemon slices and a couple of glasses. "Here you go."
