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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
You did? The little girls eyes grew wide as she watched Rigg draw a snow-white hair ribbon from his pocket.
This is for me? Marcail almost squealed, and Kate smiled.
Yes maam, Rigg told her, and watched as she looked to Kaitlin for approval. Kate smiled at her and she hugged the thin strip to herself.
Thank you, Mr. Riggs.
Youre welcome, Marcail, he answered and then turned a challenging eye on Kate. Id like it if you called me Rigg. What do you think about that?
Thats fine with me, if its fine with Katie. Is it fine with you Katie?
Bill had to hold his paper a little higher to hide his smile. Rigg was digging himself into a hole, and fast.
Kate opened her mouth to say something but closed it. That Rigg was testing her was almost more than she could take. He had backed her into a corner and she came out fighting like a teacher. She ended up addressing Rigg as though he were a child.
I am not used to having my authority questioned, Mr. Riggs. I feel Ive already compromised my conviction by allowing Sean to call you by your nickname. As I told you before, Marcail and I will call you Mr. Riggs, and if my sister continues to question me, I might have to punish her.
You asked for that Rigg and you know it, were the convicted mans thoughts. What he said out loud was, Im sorry Marcail. Your sister is right; I shouldnt have done that.
Thats all right. I still like my ribbon.
Marcail was off the sofa in the next instant and headed toward the kitchen to show her gift to May. Kate looked over to see Jeff taking it all in as though watching players on a stage. He grinned at her and Kaitlin couldnt take anymore. She mumbled something about needing air and went out the front door.
Shame on you Rigg, Bill spoke softly when the door had latched. Why do you bait the girl?
I wish I knew, was the tired reply. I guess Id better go apologize. Rigg stood up and Jeff couldnt keep from staring at him. Hed never seen his brother like this.
Why dont you let me go?
When Riggs features washed with relief, Jeff followed Kaitlin to the front yard.
She had walked toward the copse of trees that stood tall and green on the south edge of the Taylors land. Jeff caught up with her just as she reached the creeks edge. His feet broke a fallen branch and Kate started.
Oh, Jeff, I didnt hear you approach.
Jeff could see that hed frightened her.
Sorry to scare you.
Im all right.
Its pretty out here isnt it?
Yes, it is. Very nice, Kate agreed.
It was a great place to grow up. We had such fun in this water. Not every kid lives on a creek. Most people dont know what theyre missing.