Bearclaw Valley the great imitators

It was as he spoke that she realized more and more how little she knew about her leaders. She was drawn in by the boy's description of them both, how he clearly saw their contrasts and named them as such. For all her talkativeness, she had never been a great storyteller. Or at least not as eloquent as he. Ah, well...ye spin a good yarn. She smiled at him as he finished. What's yer name lad? 'm Orson,