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- Dear Marcail
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Marcails pie came up in the middle of the bidding, and just as Rowie had said, he was on hand and bidding like a rich man. It looked as if Marcails basket was going to go high, and the young schoolmarm kept her eyes on Mr. Flynn as two men took the price over $1.00. She recognized one voice as Rowies, and the other as Allies brother, Logans.
Marcail, preparing herself for an afternoon of being gawked at or pulled around, was praying for patience. A deep voice from the back of the crowd startled her with a bid.
Three dollars!
Marcails eyes slid shut on a sudden rush of tears. She was barely aware of the way Mr. Flynn stuttered to a halt or how still the crowd had grown. Moments passed before Mr. Flynn declared the pie sold and Marcail turned and made her way back off the platform.
A massive hand was there to take her basket and then her hand, but Marcail didnt dare look up until the man had led her away to the semiprivacy of a nearby tree. As soon as he stopped she let her tear-filled eyes meet his, and a second later she was crushed in Riggs arms.
Marcail didnt know when anything had felt so good. She let herself be cuddled against his chest and tried not to cry.
Ive missed you, Rigg whispered in her ear, feeling as though he could cry himself.
He couldnt love this girl more if she had been his own child, and in a way she was. He was only 17 years her senior, but she had come into his life as a nine-year-old girl whose mother had just died and whose father was overseas. Theirs had been a love-at-first-sight relationship, a brother-sister type of love.
A year later he was married to Marcails sister, and she was living with them. Not even the birth of his own three children had diminished his love for her. Hed gone into a state of near mourning when her father had returned to California and she had moved downstate to live with him.
Rigg released Marcail and tenderly wiped a tear from her cheek. There was so much they wanted to say to each other. They had just began to share when Jethro Kilmer came on the scene.
Who is this, Marcail? Jethro demanded unexpectedly.
Rigg only glanced at the younger man before turning his surprised gaze to his sister-in-law.
Rigg, this is Jethro Kilmer. Jethro, this is my brother-in-law, Marshall Riggs. Marcails voice was polite, but Rigg heard the note of longsuffering.
Oh, hes married! Why didnt you say so? Rowies voice was so filled with relief that Marcail felt angry. She would probably have spouted off at Rowie if Rigg hadnt put his hand on her arm.
Its nice to meet you, Jethro, Riggs voice was steady. But Im sure youll understand my wanting to spend some time with my sister.