Silly woman- ha! He hadn't thought she was silly when he pulled her outside in front of the preacher. The nerve of the man. She pictured his arrogant red head, purposefully refusing to acknowledge his eyes. Father had always told her to steer clear of red-heads. Ruled by their tempers, they'd never be able to offer her the life he felt she deserved. He about to be disappointed. They broke through the last stand of trees as the sun was setting and her family's wagon came into view. Lenore let out a whoop and kicked her heels into her mount. Heston's growl toward her actions was thrown aside as her little brother came into view. Lenore pulled her horse to a halt and jumped down. Henry was in her arms in seconds. Holding him had never felt so good. "Let me look at you." Lenore knelt to the ground and took in his every feature. "It seems like a life-time since I left." "Ah, Sis," the six-year old pushed her hands away from his face with embarrassment. "You've only been gone a couple days. Lenore nodded her head solemnly.
