Spying the general store he shrugged his shoulders before heading across the street with his mare. Marching up the steps, leaving the mare at the trough, he entered the store just as a woman carrying a sack of flour came out.
It hadn't changed since he had last been in there, and that was years ago. He gave the woman behind the counter a small nod as he closed the door. He wasn't sure if she knew who he was or if she would throw him out for being indian. He began walking along the walls and through the aisles grabbing a sack of coffee beans, a whet stone for his father, and a length of rope for some repair at the home. Setting everything on the counter he looked to the woman with a small smile.
She regarded him with a certain level of distrust. Her eyes gave it away, especially when they flicked down to the tomahawk in his belt. It was likely the color of his skin as well as the clothing she wore. It was something that he was used to. "A few penny candies of you don't mind ma'am," he said gently. "My father is crazy for the things." He looked at the herbal tea and gave a small tilt of his head as he heard the woman total up his purchase.
"There is a large blackberry bush about half a mile west of here," he said gently. "A lot of people have been asking me to go collect them for some soothing tea. Helps with sleep. I'm sure it would do well if you sold some here in the store." He was trying to seem lease imposing, but it didn't seem to help matters with her.
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