Chapters (241)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- sixty-one
- epilogue
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
- Prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- epilogue
- Sean Donovan
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
- prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- epilogue
- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sean thanked God silently and began to eat. Since there didnt appear to be any other food, he told himself to go slowly. But Charlie was a good cook, and the first bite was too much for him. Within the space of a few seconds, Seans plate was clean.
The pancakes did nothing toward appeasing Seans hunger; in fact, they had only whet his appetite. He was reaching for his coffee when his stomach growled so loudly that he thought it might have been heard on the street.
Didnt they feed you in jail? Charlie asked softly.
Yes.
Sean was careful not to look at his wife as he answered. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and lifted his cup to his lips hoping she wouldnt notice. He had been entertaining thoughts of shaving his beard if the opportunity presented itself, but if he was going to blush every time his wife looked at him, he just might reconsider.
Sean didnt know that neither his beard nor his cup did anything to hide the heating of his face, and Charlie watched in fascination as he flushed. She could hardly believe what she was seeing.
Charlie simply did not know what to think of this man. He was certainly unlike any bank robber shed ever envisioned. He removed his hat when he spoke to her or entered a room. And he had actually attempted to help her from the wagon. He also blushed like a schoolboy in a roomful of little girls.
Theres more applesauce over there if you want it.
Charlie didnt know why she offered it to him, except that it felt funny to still be eating when the plate across the table was empty and the man behind the plate still hungry.
Thank you, Sean spoke softly and carried his plate to the stove. The jar was almost empty, but Sean scraped out what he could and returned to the table. He was almost seated when he noticed that Charlies coffee cup was empty, as was his own.
He didnt see the way Charlie was staring at him as he filled both cups until hed again taken his seat at the table.
Im sorry, he said, gently contrite. I saw your cup was empty and assumed you would want more.
Howd you get to be a bank robber? You sure dont act like one.
The question surprised Sean speechless, and then he realized that everything about him, except possibly his looks, belied the situation in which they had first met.
Its a long story, Sean finally answered after a few awkward moments.
Charlie shrugged. I dont suppose its any of my business anyway. And speaking of business, she stood abruptly, weve got to get to work. Are you ready?
Sure, Sean answered, trying to ignore the hollow feeling in his stomach.