"I ain't ever heard of that place, but I reckon I know the outdoors well enough. I've spent most of my life out in it, hunting deer and building pens and climbing trees." Bayard has the look of it, too, of a farm boy even though his family is upper class by Jefferson's standards. The standards of a town under siege aren't that high these days anyway.

He rapidly nods his head. "Yes, sir! Just like that! Gosh, I wish I had an ear for music like that."