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I can understand that. Youre more than welcome to stay here and discuss it. His look encompassed Sean and Marcail too. I need to get to the store, its nearly eight. He stood up and continued, In fact, why dont you come down to the store today? Its the one you pass when you go from Burt Kemps office to the schoolhouse. If I dont see you, well, just come up the stairs to my office.
Rigg left and Kaitlin felt like shed been mowed down by a runaway stage. Marshall Riggs could be a bit high-handed, but he was also compassionate and kind. Kate couldnt believe he had actually suggested that they gather their things and land themselves at the door of the Taylor home.
Well, they had to do something; but what that something was to be, at the moment, she didnt have a clue.
nineteen
Kate took a two hour nap on Seans bed and by ten-thirty she was refreshed and headed with her family to Riggs Mercantile. It was easy to find and one of the nicest stores shed seen.
Large windows faced the street and the front doors were open wide. A variety of sights and smells assailed their senses, as they walked through those doorsleather goods, paint, bolts of new cloth and ready-to-wear clothing, the apple bin, a pickle barrelKaitlin tried to encompass everything.
Things were fairly quiet and Kaitlin took her time touring the aisles where high shelves were stocked with canned foods, sewing supplies, cooking utensils, pots, pans. And again it was almost too much to absorb.
Sean had gone off to find Rigg and Kate assumed Marcail was beside her as she looked at the wall full of beautiful bolts of cloth. Kaitlin was fingering a lovely blue gingham when a commotion started out front. She had no interest in the problem but it caused her to notice that Marcail was no longer at her side.
Looking calmly, then frantically down the aisles Kate then ran to the door. A crowd gathered and a womans high voice, raised to almost an hysterical note, was accusing someone of stealing her handbag. Not until the woman shouted, I tell you she stole it! did Kate see Marcail being held by a man in uniform. Her heart leapt to her throat as she rushed on the scene.
Where is it?
Marcails upper arm was being held by a short, square built man in a black law officers uniform. The little girls feet were nearly dangling due to the angle at which he was holding her. Every so often he gave her a shake.
Youll tell us who you are right now. Where are you from? Whore your folks? Each sentence was punctuated with a shake that was none too gentle and would have gone on all morning if Kaitlins voice, so hurt and distressed, had not gained the attention of the officer.
Please, youre hurting her.