After leaving the cemetery, he’d gone to the saloon for a couple of drinks before going on to Wiley’s for supper. Lizzie wouldn’t be expecting to see him tonight, so he wasn’t going to put her out. He wouldn’t ask for anything but a bed so that he’d be able to get an early start. Liam was taking the day off and so would he. That was a day and a half of work missed this week, and old man Landreth wouldn’t pay a dime for an hour not spent working, not even for a funeral, but Jeremy was beyond caring. His time at the cemetery hadn’t provided the peace of mind he longed for, but it felt like he’d made a start. The truth was that he’d been caught up in a quest for atonement for years—even if he’d never called it that or realized it was that. Maybe, just maybe, he had paid enough. He was about half drunk now, so he’d have to sleep on it and see how things looked in the morning, but it was a good thought. He walked around to the side door to the kitchen and knocked lightly, but there was no answer.
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