“It is nice to see another Jew for a change. Shalom Aleichem.”

William Robinson Leigh Hobbsie snapped back with a savagery Rosario had never known in her husband. “What’s it to you?” The trip was beginning to wear on old Hobbsie’s nerves.

The diminutive man threw his hands up in surrender and quickly pulled his own star out, hidden behind a cravat and hanging from a chain around his neck, revealing to Hobbsie the fellowship. Hobbs nodded just discernibly and began to relax. He’d not seen the man’s yarmulke, hidden by an ample crop of bushy silver hair.

“It is nice to see another Jew for a change. Shalom Aleichem.”

“Aleichem Shalom.” Allingham, Desperate Ride