Townsfolk were rushing up and down the road, their shouts lost in the clamor of wheels, horses, and even occasional gunfire. Pappa had been gone since early morning, and hadn’t told anyone where he was going. Mamma was fit to be tied. It was all Grace could do to stay out of her way. So when Mamma needed peaches delivered to Miss Mary, Grace was jumping happy to oblige. Grace knew every road, every trail, every alley into town, and knew how to slip through them all without being seen. After all, she and Millie had done it plenty of times. Grace walked fast along the road. “You, child!” someone hailed her as a wagon pulled up behind her. She swerved and looked up to see Mrs. Butler smiling down at her. The wind played with the feathers dangling from Mrs. Butler’s large round hat, tickling the woman’s nose and chin. She pushed the feathers aside with an angry flip of her hand. “Where you heading, child?” “I’m delivering some peaches to Miss Mary,” Grace said. Mr. Butler fiddled with the reins, keeping the horses in check, looking as uncomfortable as a boy whose shoes fit too tight.
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