"Ain't a lot of seafood in the mountains, Kinner," Cricket smiles. "But I know he can fry up a freshwater fish pretty good. He's good with big breakfasts. Ham and eggs and biscuits. Or cornbread with molasses."

Oof. Now he's hungry. He opts to change the subject a little. "You'll know when you meet him. He's got a scar across his throat. Happened not that long ago, he got attacked by a couple'a out of towners. They cut his throat but he survived, made it to the hospital."

And killed them, later, but Cricket's not inclined to talk about that part.