Gretchen packed a large wicker basket with food and glass jars of fresh water from the creek, and Moira made sure she brought the map to her very own claim. They’d gone through the papers the night before, sitting all together at Pryor’s table with the glow of an oil lamp ...
His shirt was drenched with sweat and his face was beat red, and every so often, he’d shake his head to send a spray of sweat flying off the ends of his hair. She felt bad for coming out to cause him even more grief, and hadn’t considered that the long walk back to his house each night was the on...
Gretchen came out on the porch to meet her and instantly wrapped a warmed blanket around both her shoulders and the baby’s head before leading them inside. Katia followed, exchanging a few words in French but not so many as to exclude Gretchen any further. “You should naw ...