—Psalm 56:3 “Oh, Aaron,” Gen swallowed the lump in her throat. She put her hand on the boy’s arm. She hadn’t noticed before, but as she looked down now, she realized Aaron had his father’s hands. How had that happened? She looked back up at him. The goatee he had been nursing along for the past few weeks was actually beginning to show. His hair was longer, too, but pleasingly so. Blond ringlets spilled over his forehead. He hated the curls. The women at Fort Laramie did not. Gen had seen them turn their heads as he walked by. She patted his arm and squeezed it. “I know how much it cost you to say that. And I love you for it. But I wouldn’t dream of keeping you from your duty.” She blinked away the tears gathering in her eyes and looked up at him. “You’re a man now, Aaron. You aren’t that little boy who climbed the tree to get away from all the horrible things happening around him anymore. You want to be in the middle of the action.” She inhaled deeply.
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