Chapter 18

A few days later, they found Mrs. O’Connor’s boarding house, and as luck would have it, she had a room available.

“Mr. Pettigrew?”

Back in the present once more, he smiled. “She was kind and sweet, although she had a temper.” There had been that one time, before George was born. They’d had a successful roundup, and he’d gone into town with Don Jorge’s vaqueros and had come home stinking drunk, with a knot on his cheekbone and a black eye. Analeigh had been kind and patient that night, but the next morning she’d revealed a side he hadn’t expected. “Estúpido! You’re lucky no one stuck you with a knife,” she’d shouted at him, causing his aching head to ache even more. He shouted back at her, and the next thing he knew, she’d backed him against a wall and was kissing him as if she wanted to eat him up. He was pretty certain that was when they’d made George.

“I love hearing about Mama,” Georgie said.

“Yes.” Tom ducked his head and smiled again.