Trevor: Are you blushing, Miss Eleanor, about my …what do you Colonists call it?…living, what do I do for a living?
Eleanor: Of course not. Now, let’s get back to those swamps. Why were you there?
Trevor: Supposedly hunting for black bear. Actually, my objective was to keep my host and future brother-in-law happy. I needed his money. Edgar Cranfield and I shared lecture notes and a few historical bits during our Oxford days. We graduated and he came back to his sister, and their railroads. The British economy had me in a thorn brumble. I was responsible for the support of my two younger brothers, so I came over here to court the Cranfield money.
Eleanor: Needed? You’re no longer are in debt?
Trevor: Blessings come in many forms, my dear. (Leaning forward to be on eye level) Catherine Marie Randolph. She’s an adventurous, brave, and intelligent beauty who needed my help. She was a bit miffed when she learned about my brothers, but we worked out our problems between hurricanes, bank robberies, and a murder.
Eleanor: Gracious, all of that in a swamp?
Trevor: No, (Leaning back and laughing) we managed to travel to Charleston and back to the swamps around Lake Wheatley before our lives settled. (Tilting his head slightly) Did I mention the chickens? Killer Chicken?
Eleanor: Enough! I’ll ask Miss Randolph about the chickens.
Eleanor Tatum 