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His wife looked pretty with a pink tint in her cheeks. It made her eyes look greener, her hair a more vibrant red.
“Not well, I’ll confess. There was a something gnawing at me and I couldn’t let it go.”
“Life has dealt us a change. It’s no wonder you were restless.”
“It’s not that. I think we’ll make a go of it.” He reached across the table, traced the lines of her palm, then squeezed her hand in reassurance. Of course he wasn’t sure which of them he was reassuring. “What were you doing working for the circus, Agatha? Last time I saw you, you could barely walk. Does your sister know where you are? I can scarce believe she allowed you to leave home alone.”
“You need not have lost sleep over that, William. First of all, even though I was dressed the part, I am not a coochie girl or anything of the sort. I worked in the chuck wagon helping to prepare meals. Second, as you see, I can walk. And as for Ivy allowing me? She is my sister, not my keeper.” She folded her hands in front of her, leaned forward. “I’ll admit, she wasn’t happy about my choice. But I didn’t come alone. Laura Lee, one of the kitchen girls at the Lucky Clover, came with me.”
“But the circus?” He shook his head. “Why not do something safe in Cheyenne?”
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