Sam let out an appreciative groan. "I ain't had real chicken and dumplins since the last time I was home last. You didn't have to go to all that trouble, Dorcas. But thanks." Really, nothing made a body feel better than a good homecooked meal.
Dropping a napkin in his lap, he looked at her. "There's way too much here for me to eat alone. How 'bout we share?"
He nodded. "There was a little gal that was brought in, but she weren't doing much better than me," he told her. "I think she's been released. Might have t'see if Adam's ready to let me go as well. It only hurts when I move too fast or too much." Which was almost anything at all, but he weren't telling Dorcas that.