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Franklin Witt stood in the sheriffs living room, where he had tracked down Judge Harrison. The banker was fraught with frustration, since the judge would not listen to reason.
Doesnt anyone recognize that weve let a bank robber loose? He has probably murdered Charlie and is halfway to Hartleys hideout by now.
I think youve got him all wrong, Witt. For one thing, Charlie can usually take care of herself, and for another, Sean is not violent. Hes also not really loose, at least, not the way youre talking about, Duncan assured him. Ill be keeping an eye on him, you can count on that.
Witt ran a distracted hand through his hair, and the judge took pity on him.
Go home now, Witt. The document was legal, and theres nothing you can do. Maybe things will look better in the morning.
Seeing that he had no choice, Franklin bid the men goodnight. Once outside, he stood for a moment on the porch and drew the night air into his lungs.
Things might look better in the morning, he said to himself as determination overtook him, but Im not through with Sean Donovan. Im sure he can tell me more.
thirteen
Sean found himself wishing for a Bible as he dressed for the day. It had been a long time coming, but now with all his heart hed love to read a few verses in Gods Word. Some verses from Proverbs 3 came to mind, and Sean repeated these to himself as he dressed.
They were verses about trusting in the Lord for everything, instead of following your own heart. Even as Sean committed his future to doing just that, he couldnt help but wonder how different things might be if hed done it five years ago. But no matter how he looked at the past, he was in Visalia now and married, and hed best determine to follow God no matter what the future might bring.
He moved to the mirror and frowned at his reflectionhe had no brush or comb. Before exiting his bedroom for breakfast, he finger-combed his hair and smoothed his beard, knowing it would have to do.
As he had expected, Charlie was already in the kitchen, and Sean approached slowly.
Good morning.
Morning, Charlie greeted him without turning from the stove. You can sit down. Ive got some pancakes near ready.
Sean did as he was told and thought the breakfast smelled wonderful. His mouth began to water.
Charlie came to the table a moment later bearing two plates. There were two large pancakes with a drop of applesauce on the side of each plate. The moment Charlies body hit the chair she began to eat. She didnt rush, but she didnt take time for social amenities such as conversation or giving thanks for the food either.