You stepped out of the stirrups from your horse’s saddle. The groceries in the bag you were carrying with you.

You placed the groceries down on the table, Hosea quickly made his way over to you. — He threw the pack of cigarettes you hid in your tent on the table.

“You said you quitted!” He said, his voice slightly raised. — Hosea never lost his temper, let alone raise his voice.

“Why were these in your tents? Did you buy more?” He started questioning you, searching in the bag of groceries.