Chapter 11

“I think you’ll be needing a new pair of boots soon, George. I should have ordered them when we got shoes for you to wear to school.”

“We didn’t think I’d be riding much.”

“That’s so. Still…we’ll take care of that our next free morning.”

Tom patted Sunrise’s flank, grinning when his son copied his action.

They saddled up, and he hoisted George onto Nightfall’s back.

“Papa, I’m too big for you to keep doing that.”

“You’re my boy. No matter how big you get, I’ll always want to do that. I might not be able to when you get as big as me, but I’ll always want to.”

“Ah, Papa.”

Tom reached up and ruffled his son’s hair. “You look so much like your mama.”

George touched his chest. Beneath his shirt was Analeigh’s locket.

Tom missed her so much. It had been seven years now, but her loss was still a dull ache in his heart. He blinked away the moisture in his eyes and mounted his mare.

“Ready to head back to the boarding house? Mrs. O’Connor should be done with the breakfast chores.”