"Nope," he said happily around a mouthful. And neither were table manners. He listened though as Krem explained. Krem always talked so fondly of Bull whenever the big man came up, but JW had been a wild child nearly all his life and in being his own boss, hated the idea of some clock-watcher telling him where he ought or ought not be. "Well, tell 'em I'm taking a while. I've got that bad back, you know. Makes a man slow on cold mornings."