Having finished with getting the set of Andalusians to a man in the Gretna Green area, Lorn had bought a ticket to head home leaving the grooms to take the personal mounts back the long way.  As they were so valuable, he had ridden out with them himself with two of the grooms.  It had been quite a trip, and he hated leaving Heidi behind, but it was not the kind of trip she would do well with. 

He wore a deep blue suit, appropriate for a gentleman, though his hat was of the cowboy style from back home.  He had not gotten used to top hats, and they bothered him.  That he was an American, a Texan to be specific, he figured he didn't mind people knowing it.  His accent would give it away fairly quickly anyway.

Taking off his hat, he looked around for a place to seat.  He had not gone on for the first-rate ticket this time as he had found some of the people there to be snobs.  Where he came from, he had rubbed shoulders with the rest of the crew even though his family had owned the property.  He just didn't like how people treated those they considered "less" than themselves.  Maybe it was because he was an American, but it was how he was raised.

He saw an empty seat across from a young woman.  Holding his hat in his hand, he indicated the bench across from her with the empty hand, and asked, "Mind if I sit here, ma'am?"  He asked with his Texas accent making it clear that he was not from the area.

His hair was white.  Not really strange, many men have white hair.  The oddity was that if one looked at his face, it would not seem that he was nearly old enough to have white hair.