That’d be Clyde, all right. Clyde Sour Seeds—Sweet Seeds Sue’s old man, and a man who don’t suffer fools or footprints on his lawn. He’s the kind who means business, and if you cross him, you’ll get a finger wagged at you like a loaded revolver.
Don’t go mistakin’ him for his daughter. Clyde’s sour clear through to the bone, always has been. Folks reckon it’s from a lifetime of lost card games, each bad hand settlin’ deeper into his scowl. Whatever the cause, that bitterness clings to him like desert dust—you don’t shake it easy.Best watch yourself, Sheriff. Clyde knows you’ve gone soft where Sweet Sue’s concerned, and he’s been keepin’ one hard eye trained your way.

Now then… where’s this little package headed?