"Eddie Sherman's a decent man."
As he considered his words, Mayor McGinley eyes rode the elaborate carvings on the impressively filled bookcase that took up one whole wall at his right.
"I'd say he's a good family man, regular chapel goer with his good lady wife, usually sent his kids to Sunday school. Bit wild in his younger days, so I understand, but what colt isn't? He's reliable. Solid. That do you, Sheriff?"
"That's great Mayor. He ever work for you?"
"No. Though I'd trust him enough to take him on if he needed work, if that's what you mean."