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I want you to collect your things now, Katie. Kaitlin was too surprised to notice his use of her name. Sean can help you get everything, even your laundry. You and Marcail are going to my folks.
I really dont think its your place, Mr. Riggs, to order us about. Kate had stood suddenly and was looking like an angry hen guarding her chicks. She opened her mouth to say more but Rigg, holding Marcail with one arm, reached with his free hand and cupped her chin.
Marcail is so upset shes trembling in my arms. His eyes held hers with steely determination, his voice equally resolute. And youre white as a sheet and look ready to collapse. Not to mention, there is absolutely nothing in this house to eat or to eat with. Now gather your things, Kaitlin, because you and Marcail are going to my folks.
His hand slipped to her shoulder until the anger drained from her and she gave a small nod. Kaitlin still believed his actions were rude and overbearing but she was too tired to fight. Aside from all of that, Marcail was more upset than shed ever been. And that was saying quite a bit in light of all theyd been through in the last several weeks.
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At any other time Kaitlin would have been thrilled with the farm on which the Taylors lived. The surrounding land was not owned by the family, but three of the acres, the house and barn were all theirs, including a small wooded area where the creek meandered through.
It was a wonderful place to grow up, as Rigg or any of the Taylor boys would have told her. There was always something to do as long as the sun was shining. Even on rainy days there was hide-and-seek in the barn, with its hayloft and numerous nooks and crannies.
Jeff had gone ahead to see his mother at the shipping office and explain to her all that had transpired at the mercantile. That he knew all that had occurred was by sheer accident. Hed simply come to give Rigg some papers at the time of the incident.
There had been no hesitation or irritation when Jeff told his mother that Rigg was bringing the schoolmarm and her sister to stay at her house. Normally she would have left it up to Rigg to settle this family, knowing she would meet them at supper, but when Jeff described what had happened with the womans purse, she dropped what she was doing at the shipping office and had Jeff take her straight home.
Rigg plucked Marcail off the wagon seat as soon as hed jumped down and then turned to reach for Kaitlin. Her cool fingertips in his palm made his heart race as he helped her from the wagon. Sean had taken his hat off when he saw a woman approaching and stood quietly, holding it in his hands.