“We’re going to the train in Silver City.”
“I see.” She fluttered around the kitchen, putting the final touches on lunch. “How long have you been married?”
“Oh, we’re not…” Eliza’s words faltered as Elsie looked over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide with surprise.
“Not married? Nice young women don’t travel with strange men they’re not married to…or at least, not related to.”
“I…well, you see, my husband died rather suddenly, leaving me stranded about fifty miles from here. Ford happened to stop at my home for water one day while traveling and offered to escort me to Silver City, since I could hardly make the journey by myself.” Who was this woman to judge her?
Even if her judgment was rather astute?