Bill

The man claimed he was six-foot-two but looked at least an inch taller. Blue eyes and dark hair framed a face that was somewhat stern. Since he always looked stern many people assumed he was hard and cruel. That notion flew away when he smiled. It was rare and wide and put even the most skeptical people were soon at ease. Years of farming by the mule team left his large hands calloused and rough. He would add a presentable brown Stetson to his bib overall and light shirt if he were going to town. Due to his commanding presence others automatically called him sir, and he would always respond quickly saying, “You can just call me Bill.”