“While I'm in Fort Worth, I plan to visit my sister and her husband. They live about ten miles southwest of here.” “What's the name?” Kincannon asked. “Hart. Gabriel and Trina Hart. They're expecting their first child any day now. We haven't seen them since their wedding, last November, in Denver. I'll be staying a couple of days. When I get back, I'll arrange passage and we'll be on our way to Denver on Sunday, if that suits.” Kincannon grinned, revealing a gap in his stained front teeth. “That'll be great, won't it, Rosie?” “Fine. Just fine.” She picked at the antimacassar on the arm of her chair absent-mindedly. Tom noticed Rosalie's preoccupation. “Miss Rosalie, is there something I might help you with? You seem...bothered.” “Not bothered, Mr. McCabe. I am embarrassed to admit…” “If it's in my power to do, it's yours.”
