![]() ![]() Where had the children come from, and where did they belong? He’d grown to care about them, but it wasn’t realistic to ignore the fact that the children had run from something, or someone. Hopefully, he’d not bothered her since and wouldn’t continue to make trouble. Margaret had mentioned the night of the ice-cream social that she’d turned Donnie down when he’d asked if he could escort her. No telling what that young man was trying to prove, but he guessed he might be jealous. Were Sammie and Joel still at her home, and had anything more been discovered about Martin Jenkins’ death? He remembered the comment Donnie had made, trying to cast aspersions on his and Margaret’s names the morning they’d found Jenkins’ body. ![]() ![]() ![]() He’d spent the entire week thinking about Margaret and wondering if she ever thought of him. As anxious as he was to see Margaret, he’d not subject anyone else to sitting near him until he’d had a chance to spiff up a bit. He was definitely in need of a scrubbing first. Andrew had wanted to rush straight to Margaret’s house as soon as the wagon stopped in Bridal Veil, but Julius was right. Easy now.”Īndrew held to the side of the seat as they jostled over some ruts in the road, and Julius turned his attention to driving the treacherous downgrade to the base of the mountain. You smell jist a mite ripe to this discernin’ nose.” Julius pulled back on the brake as the mules started descending a particularly steep part of the road. ![]()
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