sunny, the roof dripped sullenly into every bucket, kettle, and pan that could be spared.
After one torrential storm followed by a steady all-day drizzle, the rafters had sunk deep into the walls and the roof sagged till it seemed certain to cave in. Father and Thos had gone to the river and cut several stout posts with which to prop up the overburdened rafter-poles.
Fortunately, it hadnât rained again for a month, so they escaped real disaster, but Mother had given thanks with special fervor when theyâd moved out of the soddy, which, rafters propped up by more posts, served now as a stable.
Chickens clucked, making for the coop where theyâd be shut up safe for the night, Venus was over by the stable, standing companionably by Belshazzar, who whinnied and ambled forward to meet his pasture mate, who gave an answering and heartfelt response.
Rolf ordered the hounds away from the chickens, enforcing his commands by slashes of the whip, which sent the dogs huddling off behind the house.
Mother and Father, thank goodness, were already home, and the familiar smell of frying jackrabbit and cornbread drifted out.
âIâm afraid weâre late,â said Deborah, âand weâll have to hurry with our chores, so youâll excuse us for making rather hasty introductions.â
Dane frowned. âWeâll ride on to Lawrence. Stopping at this hour is presumptuous.â
â You may go to Lawrence,â drawled Rolf, âbut Iâm invited to supper, and Iâm staying.â
âBut of course youâll both stay!â called Father from the door. âYou must be the English brothers everyone in townâs talking about! Letâs take care of your horses, and then you must meet Mrs. Whitlaw and share our table.â He came forward, putting out his hand as the Hunters dismounted. âIâm Josiah Whitlaw.â
The brothers introduced themselves and Deborah was glad to see the respect and swiftly hidden surprise in their expressions. Father was in shirtsleeves, his dark trousers were worn shiny, and his fingers were permanently stained from setting type, but he was carefully shaved and his diction was as cultivated as that of his guests.
Leaving them to him with vast relief, Deborah handed her mother Saraâs gift of light bread, quickly explained her ruined sleeves, and carried skim milk and cornbread to the subdued hounds, fetching them a pan of water before she fed the chickens and collected five eggs from the hay nests in the coop.
Usually Thos milked Venus, but heâd been rubbing down and watering the horses, lingering over the sleek blood bay and handsome gray as he gave them some corn. He was patting Nebuchadnezzar a trifle guiltily as Deborah passed him with the pail.
âIâll milk,â she told him. âYou still have to bring in wood and water.â
âThanks, âBorah.â Thos gave her a searching look. âI have to clean those rabbits, too. Young Mr. Hunter gave them to us. Cross your heart?â
It was an old code between them, asking for and promising complete truth, which Deborah at that moment wasnât sure she cared for. âDonât wheedle, Thos! Youâd best tend to your chores.â
The setting sun reddened his hair as he blocked her way. âDonât you get skitterish, my girl! Did either of those fellows say or do anything they shouldnât?â
âItâs a fine time to worry about that, isnât it, now youâve asked them home and Fatherâs met them?â
Thos flushed. âQuit beating around the bush, or Iâll wait for them on the road to Lawrence and see what they have to say about it.â
âOh, for heavenâs sake!â
âNo. For yours.â
She couldnât lie to him; heâd have known it immediately through that extreme sensitivity theyâd always had to each other. But neither could she let him fight either of the older, bigger
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