“Why?”
“Because your pa was in a car accident. He’s in the hospital and might not make it.”
“Where’s Ma?” Zeb/Zeke said.
“She’s already there.”
The boys ran down the stairs to put their supplies away.
“Captain,” I said, “if their father dies, will their mother be able to manage?”
“I think so,” he said. “Her husband drank up most of what he earned. As far as I know, she inherited the house free and clear from her family, and I know she’s smart enough not to have allowed her husband to mortgage it. Lucinda may have to work a little harder, but she has a large family, and with their help she’ll make it.”
“Is there anything we can do?” Mike said.
“Not right now,” Captain Plott said. “At least I don’t think so. Lucinda told me you gave the boys an advance on the paint job.”
“Correct,” I said. “We paid them half of the agreed amount up front and promised the balance when the job was complete.”