Chapter 53

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He was proud of his family. Olivia didn’t weep, although she was pale.

She cradled Charlotte in her arms.

“You keep working Salida,” he told George as he saddled Sunrise. He was also taking Nightfall and Sancho Panza with him.

“I will, Papa. And I promise to look after Mama and the babies.”

“Not a baby.” Noelle pouted. She was almost two now, the spitting image of her Mama. George was holding her, and he shifted her on his hip.

“No, you’re not, my little Christmas angel.” Tom pinched her chin, and she smiled at him. Tom knew if he didn’t leave right then, he’d start sobbing like the baby Olivia held.

He kissed his children, kissed his wife, and nodded when Olivia murmured, “Please, Tom. Please don’t be a hero.”