She laughed, the accent quite good and reminding her of one of the older men who'd been like an uncle to her kids after Gerry had died. He'd talk with a twang like that when he was telling her kids tales of when he'd driven cattle across country that wasn't able to support a single beast it was so dry and she could hear him in her head. She told Noah, her own approximation of the accent rather dreadful so quickly dropped.