Chapter 4

Dexter was the son of the widowed Englishwoman Jane Appleton, who had worked with my mother at the Mead for as long as I could recall. Ma successfully plotted Dex and Libby’s wedding while I was away at Pine Ridge.

“They bought the old Stubblefield place about five miles up Turtle Crick shortly after I returned,” I said.

“Good. Then I won’t be turning anybody out. By the way, I have a money belt in my pack. Pa sent some gold and silver and a little copper from what you and Matthew stored there.”

Our family’s appreciation of precious metals stemmed from Billy Strobaw who had raised my orphaned father from his teens. I knew from reading Billy’s journal that he had come upon two murdered traders with Conestoga wagons filled with trading goods and weapons. He figured the pair had been dealing illicitly with renegades until things went wrong. He also found a canvas sack filled with gold and silver and paper money.