Chapter 12

When she was gone, Boss Daddy sank back into his chair and sighed. “God, boy, I’ll tell you right now, that woman will be the death of me yet.” 9

I find Miss Lucille out by the stable. I assume we’ll take the coach, since it’s covered and the sun is high, but she’s hitched up one horse to the small cart the ranch hands sometimes use to carry lumber or hay. It has a flat bed with raised sides and a board in front for a driver. As I approach, Miss Lucille gives me a bright grin that shows none of her earlier exasperation. “Hop on up, Mr. Nat.”

Taking the reins from her, I do as I’m told. “I thought we’d be taking the coach.”