She huddled deeper into her coat and hoped Vera would forgive her for disobeying her orders to stay in bed.The fact was, she had too much to do to waste another day lying around. Especially with Stuart’s failed attempt to free Frankie over the weekend.Lily’s mind had been altogether too busy the past several days plotting how she could fight against the depravity that ruled Harrison. And it was time for her to get up and do something about it.Her footsteps crunched in the icy layer of snow, and the wind slashed her cheeks. But not even the cruelty of the north woods winter could hold her back. She was determined to meet with Stuart, lay out her plan, and enlist his printing press.At midday, Main Street was nearly deserted. Like most of the lumber towns, Harrison didn’t come to life until dark, when the men descended upon the taverns after a long day of work.Most of the men who boarded in town were other camp bosses, businessmen, railway engineers, mill workers, and laborers who worked at the loading station—like Jimmy Neil—unloading logs the narrow gauges brought out of the various camps and reloading them onto the beds of the Pere Marquette railroad.Very few of the men brought their families to the remote lumber town and so had little better to do in the evenings than frequent the places of debauchery.Lily glanced in disdain to the many taverns she’d visited over the past several weeks.
