By contrast, Lorie was restful, and he had come to love her. This was a good, brave boy, for we all saw that he conquered his fear of riding. He put an arm around her and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his finger. I was told by a fortune-teller that such would be my fate.
But her brain wouldn't stop--only Gus could distract it with talk and card games. Clara probably don't see another woman once a month. She sat at the foot of the bed, her face calm, watching the first red light stretch over the mesquite flats. I won't leave her unless I'm sure she's in good hands.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.