"Uh..." Billy tugged Westwood to a walk, adjusting the steed beside the mare to match her pace. "Hmm. Mighty good question..." he grasped his chin with his free hand in thought as Westwood tossed his head impatiently. "It's a bit harder 'cause people 'round these parts already know me pretty well..." He muttered, almost like he was talking to himself. "Alright. Here's the story. We'll try to keep outta the main focus of the town, but if someone does ask, yoouu'reeee," he moved his hand and lower arm in a circular motion as he tried to figure it out in his mind. "Okay, you're my wife, visiting frommm-" Once again, he made that thinking circular gesture in the air with his hand, his mind working the story out bit by bit. "From the other coast. Yep. There it is. You got anythin' better, then by all means, bring it up. 'Fraid I don't do the whole, make-believe thing too often." He raised a brow, glancing at her.
