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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sean returned the catalog and picked up the newspaper, but he couldnt concentrate. On every page of print he saw her eyes and the intent way she held her head as she listened to him read from the catalog. Sean glanced repeatedly out the corner of his eyes to look at her. He noticed at one point that she was falling asleep.
He shifted and pulled the small pillow from his far side and put it against his opposite hip.
Charlotte, his voice was soft. Lay your head here and rest a bit.
Charlie turned and blinked owlishly at him, but then did as he bade. Once her head was settled on the pillow, she picked her feet up off the floor and curled her legs on the seat.
Sean gently tugged her hat off and smoothed her hair as she fell into slumber. He sat looking down at her for a long time.
Sleep well, Charlotte, because tomorrow Im going to start teaching you to read.
The words were whispered, but Sadie, who had finally finished her dinnertime cleanup, heard every syllable. She didnt enter the room as planned, but turned and went to her sewing room where she pulled a hankie from her sleeve and wiped her suddenly wet eyes.
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Coopers Livery had opened before 7:00 every morning for as long as anyone could remember, but this was the second day since Charlie Cooper had become Charlie Donovan that the doors remained shut.
Sean and Charlie made a point of being on time to the sheriffs office, and they found both Duncan and Witt waiting.
Witt seemed to be good at his word and did not do anything to put Sean under pressure. Witt was silent as the four adults were seated, but then Sean remembered Charlies comment about Witt using people, and decided to keep his guard up.
Duncan opened. Thanks for coming in, Sean and Charlie. Though this discussion was not my idea, Im not against it. I think Ill just stay quiet while Witt here asks his questions.
Witts manner was very sedate as he began to question Sean. His voice seemed almost gentle to Sean, and then he realized the older man was in deep thought.
Are you certain you dont know where Hartleys cabin is?
Very certain. I spent some time last night thinking on the terrain, and I know we were in the hills to the east, but beyond that, I havent a clue.
Has Hartley contacted you?
Sean look so surprised that Witt nearly told him to forget the question.
No, not once. If he did though, I would come to Duncan immediately.
They talked for a while longer, and then Witt surprised Sean by standing and offering his hand. Sean stood also, and they shook hands. Witt thanked everyone in the room and left quietly.