Mentally and physically exhausted he didn’t even bother lighting a lamp. After the liberal amount of whiskey he’d imbibed with Jacob, he hoped to fall straight to sleep. Normally he didn’t indulge before bed. Strong spirits tended to give him nightmares. At this point, however, he doubted any nightmare could hold a candle to the current events of his life.He flopped backward onto his bed, eyes already closed. At least things with Lilly were looking up. They’d parted tonight on good terms. Dare he hope lovers terms. As he drifted deeper into the haze of drowsiness a vision of he and Lilly snuggled together in a rustic cabin on the prairie slipped into his mind and seeded. He smiled. A pleasant notion indeed.* * * The vibrant red petals of the rose contrasted vividly with the lifeless gray tombstone. Davy knelt in the leaf littered grass before the dual grave marker, setting a bouquet before the stone.Laura M.
