Forty One

Robert made his way to mine entrance and leaned against the outside wall.















Amalia found him and forced him to accept a hot drink.

“How did it go?”

“Badly. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You warned me.”

“I’m sure whatever she said, she didn’t mean it.”

"No, she meant it. I knew there was danger in the area, and I let her down."

"I'm pretty sure she has no idea you knew of any mavericks in the area. I doubt it's even entered her head that anyone is responsible for what happened, except for her."

Robert’s eyebrows flickered in disagreement. "I know of a farm, a couple days' ride away. It's owned by a widow named Rebecca McCrary. She has gardens in warm weather and keeps a greenhouse in winter. She raises rabbits, chickens and goats, and we’ve sent women to her before to get over these sorts of things. She passes no judgments and asks no questions. I think we should send Diana there for a little while. This place is killing her."


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