"Was my own fault, I was looking for work, and asked the wrong person. I'm fine now."

I'm turning over what sort of looking-for-work might end up in a beating. Got an idea or two, and I look at him thoughtfully before turning to my own stew.

"Did you tell the sheriff?"

"She's a decent sort, from what I hear. Met the deputy before - good bloke, trustworthy. Very tall," I add, and take a bite of bread.