Tredarloe’s marshlight eyes were expressive enough to get him into a pack of trouble, and Ned had felt them on him all afternoon. He might even have squatted a bit deeper and lifted a bit more in the way of weight, accordingly. A wispy fellow like that might well have a taste for a man with muscle to him, and Ned had had too many compliments on his legs and arse to bother with false modesty.
