She smiled quizzically. "Melinda! Melinda Ross." She stuck out a bony hand to shake, eyeing the horse in the pasture. (I assume there's a horse in the pasture) (XD That was a good one Zin!!! Took me by surpriseHe revealed his gorgeous, vision-shattering Middle Eastern face, just as so;(( Okay, maybe not. )) He turned to face her from where he was, his expression kind, though unsmiling. "Asaalaamu al-- err, no. Hello there," said the heavy-accented man, doing his best to cover his sudden language switch. Crap. He pulled off a reassuring grin. "Who might you be?"
