Lechance

Early Saturday morning. 

Jonas had been up early to the stables to muck out and feed Ginger, putting a extra blanket on her to keep out the chill. He'd got a brew on when he got back, and was currently trying to warm *himself* up, his hands curled around his coffee cup attempting to leach some heat from it. It may well have been cold out, but the morning was clear and crisp, and Jonas was out front of the Sheriff's office. He was enjoying watching the town gradually wake up in the early morning sunlight, and he was in bouyant spirits.

"Good Morning", he called when someone caught his eye as they walked nearby.