Chapter 14

Unaware of what Gabe was thinking, Owen said, “No. I was waiting for you to come get me.”

“What?”

“Mother Morwen read my palm. It’s my destiny. It says so, right here.” His tone had become jaunty, and he held out his left hand and poked it with his right forefinger.

Gabe groaned. “If you’re going to persist in this nonsense, you may as well call me Gabe. Now let’s get this done. Where’s Remember?”

“We—” He cleared his throat. “I put him in the wagon before I went down to fetch you.”

The cabin door opened, and Mother Morwen came in. “What are you waiting for? The sun has long since gone down. We don’t want to waste any more time.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A big bay gelding, hitched to a wagon, waited docilely. As Owen had informed him, Remember’s body was in the wagon bed.

“You put Remember in there? How did you manage it?”

Owen gave him an innocent look. “I’m stronger than I look.” He glanced over his shoulder at the wise woman. “May I help you up, Mother Morwen?”