A trunk or even a heavy bag would be out of the question. Meg felt like she should go alone. She’d hired Jax to look over her ranch. She trusted her father, but he might be too old to handle everything. She’d acquiesced because the cattle had been sold and the number of animals was manageable, but if she had her druthers. Jax would stay. Jax sat at the table next to Meg. He was holding some train tickets. Meg thought he looked happier than the seriousness of the journey should warrant. He had a strange half-smile and spring in his step today that Meg hadn’t seen there before. He handed her the tickets. “I checked with the railway. If we are ready in two hours, we can take the fast coach with only three stops. It ends in St. Paul, Minnesota. I asked the ticket salesman and he said he sold a ticket to Elizabeth right after Thanksgiving. He remembered asking her if she would be traveling with anyone. I guess she gave him an unforgettable piece of her mind.”
