He was bound to run into a man of faith around here, Vandal reminded himself. That didn't stop him from bristling slightly at the sight of the starched collar. Still, the man's informal style intrigued him. He smiled at the cowboy greeting and set down the donation clipboard.
"Hello," he said pleasantly, though his voice sounded vaguely like a dragging block of sandstone. "Are you the man in charge here? I wanted to know who to thank for this wonderful facility."