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You have heard what a good worker he is, havent you?
Yes, Duncan, Ill give him that. He does seem to be faring far better than I ever imagined, but Ive got one more thing I need to say before I go. If that bank is hit again in the very near future, it wont matter if youre his alibi, you know there will be a lynch mob. Think on that, would you, Duncan?
Duncan sat very still as Witt rose and left the office. He was right; there was no doubt in that. But right didnt make it fair. Of course, no one ever promised this life would be fair. It looked like Duncan would have to talk with Sean about the robberies whether he wanted to or not.
Sean and Charlie settled into a pattern of sorts that saw them through the rest of the week. Lunch was always eaten in the livery, on the crates that served as a makeshift table and chairs. In the evenings they ate at the small kitchen table and then moved into the tiny living room where Charlie would usually repair a bridle as Sean read silently.
As soon as Charlie found out that Sean liked to read, she had the newspaper sent over. He was quickly seeing how trusted she was in town. Food, laundry, and even the newspaper were delivered without question.
By Saturday Sean was feeling a very definite change taking place in his body. The hours spent with a hammer in his hand pounding iron and pulling the bellows once again became easy.
Both Sean and Charlie went to Sadies for baths Saturday evening after supper. On the way home Charlie told Sean the livery was closed on Sundays.
Every Sunday? Sean was visibly pleased.
Yes. It used to be open every day all year, but business is always slow on Sunday, and the hotel has a small stable at the rear of the building for folks coming in on weekends. So all I do now is feed and water morning and evening. The doors are shut all day. Sometimes I take a buggy out if one of the horses hasnt had much exercise, but thats not really work.
Sean loved it when she talked to him. It didnt happen often, but when she did open up she usually had a lot to say. And then, hed watch as an unsure look would pass over her face as though she had said too much, revealed too much of who she was.
Oh! Charlies voice told him she had just thought of something. I always eat Sunday dinner at Sadies, so well be going there around noon.
Are you sure that invitation is extended to me? Regret rose deep from within Sean and shone in his dark brown eyes.