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- About the Author
Martys hobby was cooking and Rigg hadnt eaten so well since hed turned 23 and moved into his grandparents old home three years ago. But two weeks ago Marty had come down with a severe case of pneumonia. Rigg experienced the scare of his life at how quickly the younger man had gone down. School had been called off for a week, but it became clear even after it was no longer a life-and-death situation, that Marty was not going to be able to finish the school year. His parents, who lived in nearby Fulton, came and took him home to recover.
Thus, the ad was put into papers as far away as San Francisco. So far the response had been poor.
Burt Kemp was head of the school board and a kind man. He welcomed Rigg and Jeff into his cluttered office and told them no applications had come in.
I really wish this had been settled. But Ive talked with Greg Carson and hes agreed to take over for me when I leave. In fact hes coming over in a while to make sure he knows what to do.
When do you go? Rigg wanted to know.
This afternoon, late. Burt said the words apologetically and shrugged.
Dont be sorry, Burt. You need this time with your daughter. Im sure Greg can handle it. Even as Jeff said the words, Gregs one fault came to mind. He was extremely tightfisted. It didnt often affect his position on the school board but it always made Jeff a little uncomfortable.
The men broke up later and Jeff made his way back to the shipping office that his parents, William and Mabel, May for short, ran. It was actually his father who was on the school board but hed been tied up and asked Jeff to go with Rigg. He would fill him in after the next stagecoach was unloaded. It was due any time.
The stagecoach, with its weary travelers, slowed and came to a complete stop near the shipping office.
On the trip Marcail had fallen asleep and was now revived to full energy. Even Sean had dozed off and didnt look very tired. Kaitlin, on the other hand, was not sure her legs were going to hold her. Every muscle in her body ached and her mouth and throat were so dry they felt as if they had been stuffed with an old rag.
A young man who should be in school, Kaitlin thought vaguely, helped them with their bags and when Sean asked directions to Burt Kemps office, he gave them politely.
Who was that? Jeff approached, as the Donovans walked away.
I dont know, Nathan Taylor answered. Nate was Jeffs youngest brother. Theyre headed to Burts. I hope hes not a schoolteacher.