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Its me, Sadie, Charlie spoke as she found her aunt, down the hall and around the corner, in her tiny sewing room. She had a quilt on her lap and was stitching meticulously, near the window where the remaining sunlight poured through in an orange-red glow.
Hi, honey, Sadie greeted her warmly.
I came by for a bath.
Sadie immediately laid aside her sewing. All right, Ill get it for you right now.
Its not really for me.
Sadies brows rose. Sitting back down, she eyed her niece speculatively. Id almost forgotten that congratulations are in order.
Charlie didnt look at her aunt. Her gaze was focused on the quilt as though it was the most beautiful piece of work she had ever seen.
What were you doing at that hanging, girl? Sadie spoke softly.
Charlie shrugged. I had to pick up supplies so I was in the area, and Id heard he was young, and I just
Where is he now?
In the kitchen.
Sadie looked stern for a moment and then rose with resignation. Come on then, introduce me to your husband and Ill get his Sadie stopped suddenly as the light fell at just the right angle on Charlies bruised face.
That skunk oughta be shot, the older woman spat with fury and disgust. Where was your husband when Murphy was plowing his fist into your face?
He came in right after. Charlie tried to defend him, but Sadie only shook her head and led the way to the kitchen. She didnt ask how Sadie knew about the incident; Sadie seemed to know most everything.
Sean stood at the rear door, hat in hand, just where Charlie had left him. The kitchen was spacious, and the odors from supper lingered in the air; he guessed it might have been roast beef and potatoes.
The feeling of unreality was stealing back over him. Twenty-four hours ago he was about to be hanged. Suddenly he was married, working all day as a smithy, and now waiting for a bath in the home of his wifes aunt.
His wife. When was it going to sink in? Seans mind went to the mixture of hostile and curious stares at the doors of the livery after he had flattened Murphy. His hand clenched in remembrance, and he knew he would do it again in a moment. No one was going to hurt Charlotte if he was around, and considering the terms of the document that Judge Harrison had explained before hed married them, Sean was going to be around for at least the next five years.
Sean heard the voices of the women before they entered the room. He stood still, waiting for what he was sure would be a scene. He could just imagine what his wifes family must think of her marriage to a condemned man.