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“A little milk won’t hurt,” he announced.
But she’d seen the truth and not heeded the warning he’d given in the livery earlier.
Pity was something he would not tolerate.
* * *
Rain kept a steady beat on the roof and streaked across the window that had been raised to let out heat from the stove. Just as Gage had assumed, the ride back to town would now have its challenges if the storm kept up after nightfall. It was getting hard enough to see in the dark. It would be even harder with the trail further blurred by rainfall. On the other hand, he felt out of place inside among walls. He’d lived so much of his life out in the open and on the trail that he couldn’t wait to be on his way out of here. He had to force himself to take time eating.
He wanted nothing more than to deliver the letters, collect his hat and get back to town before sundown, but he couldn’t ask Willow and Daisy to read the letters until they were ready to accept them.
No one appeared even remotely interested in the mail. Maybe the trip out here could have waited until morning.
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