Jase checked behind her ears and under her fingernails, treating her like a scrubby schoolboy. Fred had come by to give the marshal a shave and trim before church, so she knew Jase's actions were partly for show. "I am sure Master Landers is well scrubbed, sir," Fred said. "He's clean enough, but that braid is messy. Maybe you should give the boy a haircut, Fred." Marly backed up into the door. She had considered chopping off her hair as part of her disguise, but it was her one vanity. According to Aunt Adele, her hair was just like her mother's, except the color had been inherited from her father. "No time," Fred said, packing his kit. "You need to get to church and I need to get back to Miss Jezebel." "We'll see you in church?" Marly asked. "No, Master Landers. Miss Jezebel went to church once, when it first opened. Her presence was," his lips twitched, "controversial. The minister was gracious, however.
