Reading progress update: I've read 49 out of 400 pages.

— feeling wink
If Wishes Were Horses: A Novel - Robert Barclay

"Where you headed, Mr. Wyatt?" Big John Beauregard asked. "Off to do some hunting, are ya?"

 

Before answering, Wyatt slung a Western-style saddle onto the bay mare's back. Next he hoisted up the saddle bags and tied them on. After cinching the saddle, he reached for a bridle hanging on the near wall.

 

"What tipped you off?" he asked.

 

The above quoted passage prompted a discussion between my husband and me about how long it takes to saddle a horse and how long Wyatt left poor Big John just hanging there waiting for a reply. Minutes, possibly several, of awkward silence must've gone by. Really, Wyatt? What gives? :P