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Kaitlin, make sure you are getting enough rest. What will you do for income when school is out? I love you, Katie. Sean, do not put pressure on yourself to take care of everyone. Work together and do not burden yourself overmuch. I love you, Sean. Marcail, be respectful of Kaitlins teaching without mother. Obey your brother and sister and pray that theyll know the right courses of action. I love you, Marc.
Ill anxiously await your letters. Ive written to your aunt and she knows Im encouraging you to stay where you are if all is well. But dont hesitate to go back to her. Percy is gone for good. Write me. I love all of you, Father.
Kate thought her head would burst in an effort to contain her tears. Marcails tears streamed soundlessly down her cheeks and Sean kept his face buried against his upraised knees for a long time. The evening lengthened and even though Kaitlin knew that May would be keeping supper warm for them, she couldnt move to go inside.
It was almost dark when Rigg came out of the house to find them. His heart wrenched at the sight of them huddled together beneath a mammoth willow by the creek. He assumed that their fathers letter told them his return would be delayed. He didnt try to talk to them but gently lifted Marcail into his arms. With his free hand he pulled Sean to his feet and then reached for Kate.
He carried Marcail all the way to the house and kept his arm around Kaitlin. He ushered them in the back door to his mothers tender care before he realized Sean had not come inside. Rigg stepped back outside just in time to see him retreating to the barn. With a prayerful heart he followed.
Sean walked into the barn, thinking as he did that it was darker inside of him than it was in the barn. He knew he needed to turn to God but he was so angry that his mother was dead and bitter that his father was gone.
He heard someone come in behind him. Not until a lamp was lit did he turn to see who it was, making no attempt to hide his tears.
Riggs tall form stood next to the post where hed hung the lamp. They regarded each other in silence for a moment, then Seans voice betrayed to Rigg his pain and fury.
I suppose youve come out here to tell me to be a man! To be strong for the girls! The words were hurled as an accusation and Rigg stood quiet as a dry sob followed those embittered words.
Sean turned to lean on the door of a stall, his body now shaking with his cries. The older man moved toward him. There was no hesitation when Riggs arms went around the young man. Sean turned and clung to him.