For hours he would stare at the river, his pale eyes never seeming to blink.

For hours he would remain without a move or a word.

One constant companion he had, a dog, fat, emotionless, lazy, like his master.

Always this dog was sleeping at his feet or dragging himself wearily at his heels when Dirty Fingers elected to make a journey to the little store where he bartered for food and necessities.
It was Father Layonne who came first to see Kent in his cell the morning after Kent's unsuccessful attempt at flight.

An hour later it was Father Layonne who traveled the beaten path to the door of Dirty Fingers' shack.