Clover nodded again and again. "Red. Very red. Like..." He searched for a descriptor, then pointed at something colored a deep crimson on the constable's desk. "That red! With black buttons." It was a very old coat, as well, and barely fit Clover. Thinking about it, he shivered. Just then, the door opened and he looked up to see his father enter the building, his face red and eyes wide. Clover ran and threw his arms around his Pa, spouting nonsense about Bram and his coat and mud and robbers in his relief to see his Pa.