Nothing was any more likely to happen to him this morning than at any other time. However, the early chores had never seemed to take so long.As I swept the kitchen, my thoughts about the soldier were confusing, changing from moment to moment. Was I anxious to see him to warn him? To bring him more food? To show off the fact that I was not the disheveled hoyden I had appeared the day we met? Was I a traitor to the Cause because of all of these things?“King’s out in the barn,” Laney mentioned. “You better say something to him about that gun. It’s him got it down, don’t you reckon?”“Probably,” I said, making her move her feet so I could sweep beneath them. “I hate to accuse anyone, though, when we don’t know it for a fact. And even if he did leave it there, he would be devastated if he thought he almost hurt Seeley. He loves that boy.”“Don’t go accusing. Just warn him to be more careful.”When I went to the barn for the milking, King was indeed there. His lower lip hung down in concentration as he hunched on top of a barrel, painstakingly polishing his master’s silver spurs and bridle buckles.
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