Bohannon chuckled, that soft rusty chuckle that said he didn't do it often. Or hadn't recently either. "I reckon she'd understand, just this once. I figure, being your Grandmother, and all, that she knows her share of screaming babies." He glanced down at the covered stroller. He knew his share of screaming babies too. Jacob. William. They'd both been screamers.
He took a sip from his splashed bit of bourbon before giving her a grin. "Yep. Was a shareholder in the CP, had to keep clean when I wasn't on the track, for meetings with other shareholders. Them lilywhites get a little intimidated if I go in there looking like I could take down a bear with my own two hands." After that bit of confession he tipped his head a little. "But thank you kindly. You're as pretty as I remember you being." As an afterthought he took his hat off and put it on the seat beside him. Smoothing hair that wasn't as short as it had been when she'd last seen him.